Steele establishes a conceit that whilst holidaying in Florida he received a MS describing an incident some decades past. During the Depression, those with money holidayed on Jekyll Island, and the writer of the MS, a gentleman’s gentleman, recounts how what appared to be a meteorite that thundered over their heads one night, turned out to be a far, far stranger thing.
A large creature is semi-buried in the sand, something clearly not of this world, and evidently not entirely biological. As to its origins, we never find out. As to its intentions – the ingestion of those who stumble across it.
The storytelling is handled well in the mannered style of the 1930s.
