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The lower part of his face seemed to expand. His eyes protruded. "Don't gobble," said Leonora. "Gobble?" stuttered Alberan, turning upon her. "How dare you say I gobble?" "But you are gobbling." "I refuse to stay here another moment. I will leave immediately. As for you, sir, you shall hear from me in course of time.
"I'm afraid I am too busy," he murmured. "You are wasting your time," muttered Alberan in his ear. "Arrest them." The Home Secretary took no notice. "It is curious that this epidemic seems to cut short other diseases," he said slowly. "That rather supports what you tell me." His eyes rested searchingly on my face. "You are foolish to refuse to believe us," I said. "We have told you the truth."
Lord Alberan glanced at me and then looked hard at the Russian. A swiftly passing surprise shewed that he recognized Sarakoff. Leonora mentioned our names casually, took up a cigarette and dropped into a chair. "Yes," she continued, "these gentlemen have put the germ into the water that supplies Birmingham." She struck a match and lit the cigarette.
"Of course you use the term immortality in a relative sense? You mean that the er germ that you discovered confers a long life on those it attacks?" "I mean what I say. It confers immortality." "Indeed!" His expression remained perfectly polite and interested, but his eyes turned for a brief moment in the direction of Lord Alberan. "So you are now immortal, Dr. Harden?" "Yes."
He had become exceedingly red during our conversation and the lower part of his face had begun to swell. "Be careful what you say," he continued violently. "You are in danger of being arrested, sir. Either that, or being locked in an asylum." The Home Secretary raised a restraining hand. "One moment, Lord Alberan," he said, "I have not quite finished. Dr.
"It would be very strange if it were true." He walked to the window and stood for a moment looking on to the street. Then he turned with a movement of resolution. "I will not trespass on your time," he said. "Lord Alberan, we need not stay. I am satisfied with what these gentlemen have said." He bowed to us and went to the door. Lord Alberan, very fierce and upright, followed him.
Under an archway near by I saw Lord Alberan looking fixedly at us. The expression of suspicion had returned to his face. "You mean ?" He nodded. I gulped a little. "You really have ?" He continued to nod. "Then we can try the great experiment?" I whispered, dry throated. "At once!" The detective passed us, brushing against my shoulder. I caught Sarakoff by the arm.
"Stand back!" cried Lord Alberan, flinging out his arms. "We may be so much dust flying over London in a moment." Sarakoff took out a key and unlocked the bag. There was silence for a moment, only broken by hurrying footsteps on the platform without. Then Lord Alberan stepped cautiously forward. He saw the worn canvas lining of the bag.
Sarakoff replaced the tube and locked the bag. Lord Alberan marched to the door and held it open. "We need not detain you, sir," said the detective. The policeman squared his shoulders and hitched up his belt. The station official looked nervous. Dr. Sarakoff, with a gesture of indifference, picked up the bag and, taking me by the arm, passed out on to the brilliantly-lit platform.
Six tubes containing a blue-coloured gelatine. Perhaps, Lord Alberan, you remember now." "I remember perfectly," he exclaimed, smiling slightly. "Yes, I regret my mistake. One has to be careful." "Did you think my Alexis was an anarchist?" cried Leonora. "You are the stupidest of Englishmen." It was obvious that Alberan did not like this.
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