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Updated: May 14, 2025
Theodolinda was looking at the five small bodies. She raised one of them gently, and sniffed gingerly. "Virgil," she said solemnly, "this is not mere slumber. These birds are drunk!" Quimbleton was about to speak when a grasshopper went by like an airplane, zooming in a twenty-foot leap.
Bleak trembled with nervousness. Had Quimbleton hoaxed him? What could halt this mighty pageant now? He was about to telephone to his city editor to go ahead with the one o'clock edition as originally planned.... From the sky came a roar of engines that drowned for a moment the thundering echoes of the parade.
"Some of the boys from the old Balloon office were in here the other day," said Bleak. "I'm afraid it was rather too much for them in an emotional way, I mean. I tossed off a few for their benefit, and one of them the cartoonist he used to be, perhaps you remember him fainted with excitement." "Well, how do you like the job?" said Quimbleton. Bleak did not answer this directly.
Her chassis was admirable; she was upholstered in a sports suit of fawn-colored whipcord; and her sherry-brown eyes were unmodified by any dimming devices. Before Bleak could say anything she cried eagerly, "Get in, Mr. Bleak! I've been looking for you everywhere. What a happy moment this is!" Bleak handed in the basket. "Quimbleton " he began. "I know," she said. "I'm taking you to him.
"That subtle sweetness?" said Quimbleton, with unexpected drollery. "Exactly," said Bleak. "That abounding and pervasive aroma " "That delicate bouquet ?" "Quite so, that breath of myrrh " "That balmy exhalation ?" Bleak wondered if this was a game. He tried valiantly to continue. "Precisely," he said, "That quintessence of " He could coerce himself no longer, and burst into a yell of laughter.
If I had done so, you might have married us here and now. At least you will not refuse us your blessing?" "Blessings have been abolished," said Chuff in a voice of exasperation. "Now inform me what it is that I have forgotten to condemn." "Work!" cried Quimbleton, and the three ran hastily from the room. In the days following Quimbleton's coup Chuff was in seclusion.
Miss Chuff, very pale, but obviously glad to put her spiritual gift at the disposal of her lover, was escorted to the platform by Bleak. The editor had been coached beforehand by Quimbleton as to the routine of the seance. "The first requirement," said Quimbleton to the awe-struck gathering, "is to put yourselves in the proper frame of mind.
The bright eye unlidded and gazed at him sleepily. Then the bird closed its eye with a certain weary resignation, put its head back under its wing, and relaxed comfortably in the grass. Quimbleton was no very acute student of nature, but this seemed very odd to him. And then, examining the lower limbs of the tree, he uttered an exclamation.
The great volume of gusty sound, hurled aloft by these thousands of sky-pointing mouths, created an air-pocket in which the bombing plane tilted dangerously. For a moment, Bleak, who was watching the plane, thought it was going to careen into a tail-spin and crash down fatally. Then he saw Quimbleton, still recognizable by an adhering shred of whisker, lean over the side of the fuselage.
You, whom I considered such a promising child, are now a breach of promise. You have sucked my blood. You are a Vampire." "The Vampire on whom the sun never sets," whispered Quimbleton to the terrified girl, encouraging her as she shrank against him. "This is no time for jest," said the Bishop angrily. "You said you had a matter of vital import to lay before me. Make haste.
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