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He gripped me by the arm. 'Mr Champnell, do you know that I am on the verge of madness? Do you know that as I am sitting here by your side I am living in a dual world? I am going on and on to catch that that fiend, and I am back again in that Egyptian den, upon that couch of rugs, with the Woman of the Songs beside me, and Marjorie is being torn and tortured, and burnt before my eyes! God help me!
But as we turned towards the booking-office, our footsteps ringing out clearly through the silence and the night, a door opened, a light shone out from the room within, and a voice inquired: 'Who's that? 'My name's Champnell. Has a message been received from me from the Limehouse Police Station? 'Step this way.
After an uncomfortable interval he managed to continue. 'You see for yourself, Mr Champnell, what a miserable weakling, when this subject is broached, I still remain. I cannot utter the words the stranger uttered, I cannot even write them down. For some inscrutable reason they have on me an effect similar to that which spells and incantations had on people in tales of witchcraft.
So I made up my mind that I'd fly back and see, because the idea of her standing on the front doorstep looking for me, while I was going off my nut looking for her, commended itself to what I call my sense of humour; and on my way it struck me that it would be the part of wisdom to pick up Champnell, because if there is a man who can be backed to find a needle in any amount of hay-stacks it is the great Augustus.
In matters of prestidigitation, Champnell, we Westerns are among the rudiments, we've everything to learn, Orientals leave us at the post. If their civilisation's what we're pleased to call extinct, their conjuring when you get to know it! is all alive oh! He moved towards the door. As he went he slipped, or seemed to, all but stumbling on to his knees.
'Mr Champnell, you have that report. 'I have. 'Will you let me see it once more? I gave it to him. He read it once, twice, and I fancy yet again. I purposely avoided looking at him as he did so.
Atherton did not wait to see who might or might not be present, but, without even pausing to take breath, he broke into full cry on the instant, as is occasionally his wont. 'Champnell! Thank goodness I've found you in! I want you! At once! Don't stop to talk, but stick your hat on, and put your best foot forward, I'll tell you all about it in the cab.
'That, as at present advised, I am not prepared to say, but I think you may take it for granted that he was there. He hypnotised the man Holt, and sent him away, intending you to go after him, and so being rid of you both 'The deuce he did, Champnell! You write me down an ass!
'And, here, Mr Champnell, I wish to point out, and to emphasise the fact, that I am not prepared to positively affirm what portion of my adventures in that extraordinary, and horrible place, was actuality, and what the product of a feverish imagination.
Presently there came the question for which I had been waiting, in a harsh, broken voice which no one who had heard him speak on a public platform, or in the House of Commons, would have recognised as his. 'Mr Champnell, who do you think this person is of whom the report from Vauxhall Station speaks as being all in rags and tatters?
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