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Chadd had just contributed to a magazine an article called "Zulu Interests and the New Makango Frontier', in which a precise scientific report of his study of the customs of the people of T'Chaka was reinforced by a severe protest against certain interferences with these customs both by the British and the Germans.
Basil let his loose foot fall on the carpet with a crash that struck them all rigid in their feeble attitudes. "Idiots!" he cried. "Have you seen the man? Have you looked at James Chadd going dismally to and fro from his dingy house to your miserable library, with his futile books and his confounded umbrella, and never seen that he has the eyes of a fanatic?
You are quite right to champion the Zulus, but for all that you do not sympathize with them. No doubt you know the Zulu way of cooking tomatoes and the Zulu prayer before blowing one's nose; but for all that you don't understand them as well as I do, who don't know an assegai from an alligator. You are more learned, Chadd, but I am more Zulu.
Mr Bingham, of the British Museum, bowed in a manner that was respectful but a trifle bewildered. "Miss Chadd will excuse me," continued Basil easily, "if I know my way about the house." And he led the dazed librarian rapidly through the back door into the parlour. "Mr Bingham," said Basil, setting a chair for him, "I imagine that Miss Chadd has told you of this distressing occurrence."
"Forgive me, gentlemen," he said, in a nervous, confidential voice, "the fact is, Mr Grant, I er have made a most disturbing discovery about Mr Chadd." Bingham looked at him with grave eyes. "I was afraid so," he said. "Drink, I imagine." "Drink!" echoed Colman, as if that were a much milder affair. "Oh, no, it's not drink."
He was the type of the over-civilized, as Professor Chadd was of the uncivilized pedant. His formality and agreeableness did him some credit under the circumstances. He had a vast experience of books and a considerable experience of the more dilettante fashionable salons.
He is one who has climbed a Sussex apple-tree at seven and been afraid of a ghost in an English lane." "Your process of thought " began the immovable Chadd, but his speech was interrupted. His sister, with that masculinity which always in such families concentrates in sisters, flung open the door with a rigid arm and said: "James, Mr Bingham of the British Museum wants to see you again."
"I hope you do not mind my being aware of it, Miss Chadd," said Basil Grant, "but I hear that the British Museum has recognized one of the men who have deserved well of their commonwealth. It is true, is it not, that Professor Chadd is likely to be made keeper of Asiatic manuscripts?" The grim face of the spinster betrayed a great deal of pleasure and a great deal of pathos also.
It was scarcely any surprise to me when a man who had drifted sullenly to his seat and fallen into it, kicked it away like a cur from under him and came round to me in two strides. "What do you make of that?" he said, and flattened out the wire in front of me. It ran: "Please come at once. James' mental state dangerous. Chadd." "What does the woman mean?" I said after a pause, irritably.
And she pointed for an instant at the figure in the garden, the shining, listening face and the unresting feet. Basil Grant took out his watch with an abrupt movement. "When did you say the British Museum man was coming?" he said. "Three o'clock," said Miss Chadd briefly. "Then I have an hour before me," said Grant, and without another word threw up the window and jumped out into the garden.
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