II was inevitable, I suspect that I was again with Mr. Allan. It happened two nights later, not far from the door of my house. It may be absurd, but I could not help thinking that he was waiting for me, that his eagerness to meet me was as big as mine.
I greeted him cheerfully, as a companion at night more, and then I realized that, though his voice mimicked my own cheerfulness, no trace of emotion peered into his face remained utterly impassive, hieratic as would a romantic writer. Not a hint of a smile appeared on his face, nor was there any reflection in his bright eyes black. And now, as I have suggested, I saw that Poe was striking resemblance, both have told me that Mr Allan who was a descendant of Poe, would have believed him without hesitation.
I thought it was a, a curious coincidence, nothing more. Mr. Allan did on this occasion no mention of Poe or anything related to Providence. It seemed, it was clear, more interested in listening than talking. He was so singularly tight as if in fact we had not seen before. But perhaps seeking some common ground, because as I mentioned that I was working with weekly articles related to astronomy in the Providence Journal, began to take part in the conversation, what had been for some apples a monologue, dialogue became.
I soon realized that Mr. Allan was not a novice in matters astronomical. Listened to my views forward, but he kept his own, different from mine and sometimes very questionable. He was not remiss in stating that not only was possible interplanetary travel, but many stars, not only in our solar system planets were inhabited.
- Why humans? I asked incredulously.
- Why should that be human? "He replied. Life is unique, not man. Even here, on this planet, life takes many forms.
I asked if he had read the works of Charles Fort.
I had not done. He knew nothing about him, and ask me, I explained some of the theories of Fort, and the facts alleged to support these theories. I saw that from time to time, as we walked, my companion's head bobbed, though his face remained expressionless, it was like if it agrees. And on one occasion to plead.
"Yes, indeed. What he says is true. She went to talk myself out of Unidentified Flying Objects spotted near Japan during the latter half of the nineteenth century.
- How can you say that? "I questioned.
launched into a long tirade, which could be summarized as follows: in the field of astronomy, any scientist who was a day I was certain there was no life on earth only. Thus, like celestial bodies could conceive with lower life forms to ours, others could accommodate higher forms. If you accept this premise, it was perfectly logical that interplanetary travel had no mysteries to these higher forms and could, after decades of observation, familiar with the Earth and its inhabitants, as well as other planets brothers.
- For what purpose? "I asked. Why make war? Why invade?
-A way of life as developed would not need to use such primitive methods "she said. Watching us, like we monitor the moon and listen to the radio signals of the planets. We are still in the early stages of interplanetary communication, let alone space travel, while other races in distant stars have long since passed both.
- How can you speak with such certainty? I asked then.
"Because I'm convinced. Surely have known people who have reached similar conclusions. "I admitted that it was.
- Do you consider yourself a man without prejudice with respect to the subject? "I admitted it too.
- so much so that it would consider certain evidence if it were made?
"Certainly," I replied, but should not pass unnoticed by my skepticism.
"That's fine," he said. If you allow me and my brothers go to his house on Angell Street, you may be persuaded that there is life in space. No human form, but life. Living beings possess an intelligence far superior to that of the most intelligent men.
comic I found the size of their claims and their beliefs, but not demonstrated at any time. His confidence made me think again in the cluster of characters who may be among the walkers Providence night. Mr. Allan was obsessed with its unprecedented convictions and like all obsessives eager to proselytize, to convert people.
"Whenever I said as an invitation. The later the better, to allow time for my mother to lie. The experiments do not make you funny.
- Let's say on Monday night?
"Okay.
From that moment, my companion did not talk about it again. Barely touched on other issues, and actually touched me talk all the time. Clearly bored, we had not gone three blocks when we into an alley and there Mr. Allan said goodbye to me abruptly, turned to the alley and the darkness swallowed him.
Would your home at the end of the alley?, I thought. Otherwise, it would inevitably come out the other end. Impulsively ran around the block and began to wait on a parallel street, in the shadows. From there I could see the mouth of the alley without being seen.
Mr. Allan went quietly from the dead before I had time to regain his breath. He hoped that through alley, but it was not, came down the street and speeding a little step, continued his journey. Curious, I followed him, trying to keep hidden. But Mr Allan never looked back. Staring before him, did not see him directing the light never once even left or right. Was clearly aimed at a particular site that could only be his house because it was past midnight. It was easy to follow my companion. He knew these streets, I knew from my childhood. Mr Allan was heading to Seekonk, and maintained this route, without deviation, until he reached an area of \u200b\u200bProvidence. Once there, he went to a house long since deserted. It was introduced, and there I saw him again. I waited a little longer, hoping to see some light in the house but did not, and I concluded that she had slept.
Fortunately I had kept in the shadows, apparently because Mr Allan had not slept. Seemed to him the house and surrounded the entire block, then suddenly I saw him approach the house, in the direction we had come, and once again walked past the place where I hid, and was introduced into the home, again without turning on any light. This time, indeed, remained inside. I waited about five minutes, maybe more, then turned around and walked to my house on Angell Street, convinced he had done what Mr. Allan night we met, I had followed. Yes, he had concluded that our meeting tonight was not by chance, but deliberate.
However, a few blocks away, I was surprised to see that he, Allan, was coming towards me, from Benefit Street. I tried to explain how he had managed to leave the house again and make a detour to get walking right toward me. I tried to imagine in vain for a route that might have taken to achieve it. The fact is that passed me without seeming to recognize me.
But there was no doubt he was. The same resemblance to Poe distinguished him from any other night walker. Drowned her name in my mouth and turned to face him. In no time he turned his head and stepped forward, speaking with safe passage to the place I had left moments earlier. I saw him disappear while trying in vain to still draw in my mind the route would have taken in the middle of the intricacies and streets so familiar to me, enabling me again encountered him face to face.
Let's see: we had met on Angell Street, then walk down Benefit and north, and we returned to the river again. I should have run far to turn around and return. And to what purpose was due to follow such a path? He left me completely perplexed, especially since not even know had shown, as if we were complete strangers.
But if the night's events had left me so confused over what was still to meet Rose at the University the following night. I waited, and ran to me when he saw me.
- Have you seen Mr. Allan? He asked.
"Yesterday night," he said, and would have continued with the explanation of the facts had not come to talk her.
- Me too! He walked me home from the library.
street that I was going to say and I listened. Mr Allan had been waiting to come out of the library. Had greeted and asked him if he could walk with her. They walked for an hour, but not saying much. What little they said was very superficial, vague concerning the antiquities of the city, the architecture of some houses, and similar issues of interest to those who feel curious about the historical aspects of Providence. Then accompanied her home. She had been with Mr Allan in a city while I was with him in another. None of us had the slightest doubt about the identity of our companion.
"I saw him after midnight," I said.
was part of the truth, but not all. This remarkable coincidence would have any application logic, but was not willing to talk with Rose not to become alarmed. Mr Allan had spoken of "their brothers", was within the possible that Mr. Allan had an identical twin. But what could account for what was obviously disappointing? One of our companions was not, could not be the same Mr. Allan with whom we had previously walked. But which one? I was sure that my companion was the same man whom we had met Allan two nights before.
casually, and in light of the circumstances, I made Rose a few questions regarding the identity of his companion, to see if any time of our conversation came to light if it was the same as I had seen. No doubt at all, was fully convinced that her companion was the same man who had walked with us two nights before, because apparently even had several references to the previous evening stroll. He had no reason to doubt, and I preferred to keep quiet. There was a strange mystery here: the brothers had some hidden reason to care about us. There was a reason other than to share our concern for the pedestrians on the city and unfamiliar places that are revealed only at dusk and disappear again, disappearing with the dawn.
However, my companion had said to me yesterday, while Rose, who I knew, had not planned another meeting with her. But why had hoped to meet her? This line of investigation was not binding on the evidence that any of the beings with whom I met last night, after my partner left at home, could be escorted to Rose, because she lived very far from where you last Once I met the strange man, he could not have had time to let in the door of his house and, simultaneously, meet me near the other end of the city. An eerie feeling began to invade. Were maybe three identical-Allan-all, triplets? Or four? No, Mr. Allan probably the second I met last night was the same one with whom we had been walking to the cemetery two nights before. That he could be another was my third encounter.
As much as I tried to think of it, the puzzle still unsolved. It looked a defiant mood of the meeting Monday night with Mr Allan, for which only two days before.
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