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As he looked at the big whirling mechanism the strange fascination of it that had been a little in abeyance since Holroyd's death resumed its sway. Never had Azuma-zi seen a man killed so swiftly and pitilessly. The big humming machine had slain its victim without wavering for a second from its steady beating. It was indeed a mighty god.
He would have been justified in taking a high standpoint from which to deal with him since whatever his own errors had been, they would never be revealed now but somehow, he adopted an almost conciliatory tone. 'The fact is, he replied, with an embarrassed cough, 'it's about that letter of Holroyd's. Caffyn's face slightly changed. 'The devil it is! he said.
"'They are Professor Holroyd's boilers, I said, subduing a desire to beat Frisby with my telescope. 'Wait until Miss Holroyd sees this work. "'Don't she like yeller and red? he demanded, anxiously. "'You'll find out, said I. "Frisby gaped at his handiwork and then at his yellow dog. After a moment he mechanically spat on a clam-shell and requested Davy to 'sic' it.
As he looked at the big whirling mechanism the strange fascination of it that had been a little in abeyance since Holroyd's death resumed its sway. Never had Azuma-zi seen a man killed so swiftly and pitilessly. The big humming machine had slain its victim without wavering for a second from its steady beating. It was indeed a mighty god.
He had been congratulating himself on the removal of this particular man as a providential arrangement made with some regard to his own convenience. And to see him resuscitated, at that time of all others, was hard indeed to bear. And yet what could he do? As Caffyn stood by the window with Holroyd's letter in his hand, he felt an insane temptation for a moment to destroy or retain it.
'Straight in front; in the angle there, said Mabel; and even at that distance he recognised the man whose face he had hoped to see no more. His back was turned to them just then, but Mark could not mistake the figure and dress. They were Vincent Holroyd's! In one horrible moment the joyous security he had felt only the moment before became a distant memory.
'And then, he thought with a shudder, 'I shall have him on my hands for another whole day. Another day of this would drive me mad! And I must see Mabel this morning. The luggage had been duly labelled, and there was nothing to do but to wander up and down the platform, Mark feeling oppressed by a sinking premonition of disaster whenever he loosed his hold of Holroyd's arm for a moment.
But as he had no intention of being athletic anywhere, with or without a cap, he determined as he went up the stairs that he would follow Mr Holroyd's advice. Mr Holroyd's procedure, without this added formula, entailed sitting "till it dried," and after that he would have dinner, and then Mr Holroyd would begin again. He was a very clever person with regard to the face and the hands and the feet.
"We both looked narrowly at Miss Holroyd. Her smile was guileless. "'Fossils! repeated the professor. 'Do you care for fossils? "'Very much, said I. "Now I am not perfectly sure what my object was in lying. I looked at Daisy Holroyd's dark-fringed eyes. They were very grave. "'Fossils, said I, 'are my hobby. "I think Miss Holroyd winced a little at this. I did not care.
Mark turned them over with a quite unreasonable nervousness, but the fact was he shrank from what he considered the humiliation of explaining that he was a mere agent; it occurred to him for the first time, too, that Holroyd's death might possibly complicate matters, and he felt a vague anger against his dead friend for leaving him in such a position. The clerk returned with a message that Mr.
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