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
