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Chapter 3 “Undoubtedly it is Runic,” said the Professor, bending his brows; “but there is a secret in it, and I mean to discover the key.” A violent gesture finished the sentence. “Sit there,” he added, holding out his fist towards the table. “Sit there, and write.” I was seated in a trice. “Now I will dictate to you every letter of our alphabet which corresponds with each of these Icelandic characters. We will see what that will give us. But, by St. Michael, if you should dare to deceive me —” The dictation commenced. I did my best. Every letter was given me one after the other, with the following remarkable result: m.rnlls esreuel seecjde sgtssmf unteief niedrke kt,samn atrateS Saodrrn emtnaeI nuaect rrilSa Atvaar ,nscre ieaabs ccdrmi eeutul frantu dt,iac oseibo