The Pool of the Stone God

This is Professor James Marston's story. A score of learned bodies
have courteously heard him tell it, and then among themselves have
lamented that so brilliant a man should have such an obsession.
Professor Marston told it to me in San Francisco, just before he
started to find the island that holds his pool of the stone god and--
the wings that guard it. He seemed to me very sane. It is true that
the equipment of his expedition was unusual, and not the least curious
part of it are the suits of fine chain mail and masks and gauntlets
with which each man of the party is provided.