"That is all of my story and I will now, as I promised last night, try to answer any questions you may ask about the sea, on condition that I am set at liberty as soon as you have done."The Doctor: Is there any part of the sea deeper than that known as the Nero Deep--I mean the one near the Island of Guam?"The Fidgit: "Why, certainly.There's one much deeper than that near the mouth of the Amazon River.But it's small and hard to find.We call it 'The Deep Hole.' And there's another in the Antarctic Sea."The Doctor: "Can you talk any shellfish language yourself?"The Fidgit: "No, not a word.We regular fishes don't have anything to do with the shellfish.We consider them a low class."The Doctor: "But when you're near them, can you hear the sound they make talking--I mean without necessarily understanding what they say?"The Fidgit: "Only with the very largest ones.Shellfish have such weak small voices it is almost impossible for any but their own kind to hear them.But with the bigger ones it is different.They make a sad, booming noise, rather like an iron pipe being knocked with a stone--only not nearly so loud of course."The Doctor: "I am most anxious to get down to the bottom of the sea-- to study many things.But we land animals, as you no doubt know, are unable to breathe under water.Have you any ideas that might help me?"The Fidgit: "I think that for both your difficulties the best thing for you to do would be to try and get hold of the Great Glass Sea Snail."The Doctor: "Er--who, or what, is the Great Glass Sea Snail?"The Fidgit: "He is an enormous salt-water snail, one of the winkle family, but as large as a big house.He talks quite loudly--when he speaks, but this is not often.He can go to any part of the ocean, at all depths because he doesn't have to be afraid of any creature in the sea.His shell is made of transparent mother-o'-pearl so that you can see through it; but it's thick and strong.When he is out of his shell and he carries it empty on his back, there is room in it for a wagon and a pair of horses.He has been seen carrying his food in it when traveling."The Doctor: "I feel that that is just the creature I have been looking for.He could take me and my assistant inside his shell and we could explore the deepest depths in safety.Do you think you could get him for me?"The Fidgit: "Alas! no.I would willingly if I could; but he is hardly ever seen by ordinary fish.He lives at the bottom of the Deep Hole, and seldom comes out-- And into the Deep Hole, the lower waters of which are muddy, fishes such as we are afraid to go."The Doctor: "Dear me! That's a terrible disappointment.Are there many of this kind of snail in the sea?"The Fidgit: "Oh no.He is the only one in existence, since his second wife died long, long ago.He is the last of the Giant Shellfish.He belongs to past ages when the whales were land-animals and all that.They say he is over seventy thousand years old."The Doctor: "Good Gracious, what wonderful things he could tell me! I do wish I could meet him."The Fidgit: "Were there any more questions you wished to ask me? This water in your tank is getting quite warm and sickly.I'd like to be put back into the sea as soon as you can spare me."The Doctor: "Just one more thing: when Christopher Columbus crossed the Atlantic in 1492, he threw overboard two copies of his diary sealed up in barrels.One of them was never found.It must have sunk.I would like to get it for my library.Do you happen to know where it is?"The Fidgit: "Yes, I do.That too is in the Deep Hole.When the barrel sank the currents drifted it northwards down what we call the Orinoco Slope, till it finally disappeared into the Deep Hole.If it was any other part of the sea I'd try and get it for you; but not there."The Doctor: "Well, that is all, I think.I hate to put you back into the sea, because I know that as soon as I do, I'll think of a hundred other questions I wanted to ask you.But I must keep my promise.Would you care for anything before you go?--it seems a cold day-- some cracker- crumbs or something?"The Fidgit: "No, I won't stop.All I want just at present is fresh sea- water."The Doctor: "I cannot thank you enough for all the information you have given me.You have been very helpful and patient."The Fidgit: "Pray do not mention it.It has been a real pleasure to be of assistance to the great John Dolittle.You are, as of course you know, already quite famous among the better class of fishes.Goodbye!--and good luck to you, to your ship and to all your plans!"The Doctor carried the listening-tank to a porthole, opened it and emptied the tank into the sea."Good-bye!" he murmured as a faint splash reached us from without.
I dropped my pencil on the table and leaned back with a sigh.My fingers were so stiff with writers' cramp that I felt as though I should never be able to open my hand again.But I, at least, had had a night's sleep.As for the poor Doctor, he was so weary that he had hardly put the tank back upon the table and dropped into a chair, when his eyes closed and hebegan to snore.
In the passage outside Polynesia scratched angrily at the door.I rose and let her in.
"A nice state of affairs!" she stormed."What sort of a ship is this? There's that colored man upstairs asleep under the wheel; the Doctor asleep down here; and you making pot-hooks in a copy-book with a pencil! Expect the ship to steer herself to Brazil? We're just drifting around the sea like an empty bottle--and a week behind time as it is.What's happened to you all?"She was so angry that her voice rose to a scream.But it would have taken more than that to wake the Doctor.
I put the note-book carefully in a drawer and went on deck to take the wheel.
