Monsieur, this box is yours. My friend, M. Theophrastus Longuet, charged me to bring it to you."
With that he opened the door, went through it, and shut it behind him. I stared at the sandalwood box, I stared at the door, then I ran after the man. He had vanished.
I had the sandalwood box opened, and in it I found a bundle of manuscripts. In a newspaper office one is used to receiving bundles of manuscripts, and I began to look through them with considerable weariness. Very soon it changed to the liveliest interest. As I went deeper and deeper into these posthumous documents I found the story related in them more and more extraordinary, more and more incredible. For a long while I disbelieved it. However, since the proofs of it exist, I ended, after a searching inquiry into them, by believing it to be true.