ter us and had given us the companion drug. I
need not detail the strange sensations of our dwindling. We were so soon
to experience them again!

We had searched, when still large, all of Polter's grounds. Some of his
men undoubtedly escaped, made off into the blizzard. How many, we never
knew. None of them ever made themselves known again.

We were ready to start into the atom. The fragment of golden quartz
still lay under the microscope on the white square of stone slab. We had
hurried with our last preparations. The room was chilling. We were all
inadequately dressed for such cold.

I left a note scribbled on a square of paper by the microscope. With
daylight Polter's wrecked place would be discovered and the police would
surely come.

_Guard this piece of golden quartz. Take it at once, very carefully, to
the Royal Canadian Scientific Society. Have it watched day and night. We
will return._

I signed it George Randolph. And as I did so, the extra ordinary aspect
of these events swept me anew. Here in Polter's weird place I had been
living in some strange fantastic realm. But this was the Province of
Quebec, in civilized Canada. These were the Quebec authorities I was
addressing.

I flung the thoughts away. "Ready, Glora?"

"Yes."

Then doubts assailed me. None of Polter's men had gotten large enough to
fight us. Evidently he did not trust them with the drug. We could well
believe that, for the thing misused, was diabolical beyond human
conception. A single giant, a criminal, a madman, by the power of giant
size alone, could menace and destroy beyond belief. The drug lost, or
carelessly handled, could get loose. Animals, insects eating it, could
roam the Earth, gigantic monsters. Vegetation nourished with the drug,
might in a day overrun a big city, burying it with jungle growth!

How terrible a thing, if the realm of smallness were suddenly to emerge,
consume this awe inspiring drug! Monsters of the sea, marine organisms,
could expand until even the ocean was too small for them. Microbes of
disease, feeding upon it--

Alan was prodding me. "We're ready, George."

"Okay, let's go."

This was not the largeness we were facing now, but smallness. I thought
of Babs, down there with Polter, beyond the vanishing point in the realm
of infinitely small. They had been gone an hour at least. Every moment
lost now was adding to Babs' danger.

Glora sat with us on the platform. Strange little creature! She was