“That is pretty much everything I have for you; it is all there in that file in front of you. All your legal documents.” Looking a bit perplexed, he added, “I guess if you want to go to the storage barn, then we should head on out. We can lunch when we leave there.”
The storage room shows no evidence of anything valuable or even useful. There were a few old radios, snow tires, winter weather gear, and assorted tools hung up on the wall. A broken chair, and a mattress that looked like it had never been unwrapped, and a small kitchen dining table with two chairs were stacked up in one corner. A shelf contained electrical sockets, light bulbs and wire. Another held plumbing and cleaning supplies. Goldman is drawn to a wall taken up with stacks of pipes, lenses, mirrors, couplings and thousands of other parts. “Look here, this looks like pieces of a telescope or something,” he said, picking up one lens and then another for a closer look.
Anjie reacted immediately, but picking up an old worn leather briefcase in front of the stacked items. She unzipped it and found another wrapped package inside. Under the briefcase is a stack of schematic drawings and diagrams with engineering notations. “I wonder what these were for?” she said in a barely audible voice. “What do you think?”
Goldman acknowledged the long papers handed to him by Anjie but put them on the side while he scrutinize a giant lens more closely. “I have never seen so many lenses like this in my life. This must have been one hell of an instrument, whatever it was. How much do you know about this?”
“Very little. My mother told me about it and for years she and I received long, rambling letters from Moreau about an invention he was working on; but I was very young and then after the accident, frankly, I never paid much attention to it,” she said.
“Do you have any documents or anything about this at home?”
“Probably. All the stuff he sent through the years is stored away. I really don’t know what it all is.”
“Get those newspapers down there, please, see what they say. They are wrapped in a way that they were intended to be preserved, but it is easier for you to grab them,” Anjie said, nodding toward her crutches. The first one is the San Diego Tribune, May 6, 1938. The headline screamed out: “DREAD DISEASE GERMS DESTROYED BY RAYS, CLAIM OF S.D. SCIENTIST”. A speed-reader, Goldman said the news story is about a scientist by the name of Royal Rife, a very powerful microscope and an instrument known as the Frequency Generator. Goldman continued reading the other papers. “Look at this story, a meeting to discuss “The End of All Diseases”! Anjie remembered the package left in the briefcase. Using her teeth for help, she unwrapped the dusty package.
“It’s a diary, the diary of Henry Moreau, my uncle”, Anjie exclaimed. Goldman dropped the papers gently to the floor to see what Anjie had. “Here’s a letter inside addressed to Uncle Moreau signed by Royal Rife, the scientist mentioned in those newspaper stories.” She commenced to read it aloud:
