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"And Lylda?" The Chemist recounted briefly the events of the day. "We can only wait until Lylda returns," he finished. "To-morrow we will talk with the king." "Bad it is," said the old man slowly; "very bad. But we shall see " The Very Young Man had risen to his feet and was standing beside the clock. "How does it work?" he asked. "What time is it now?" Reoh appealed to his son-in-law.
He must have come back just as they were killing Reoh." "There wasn't much time," the Doctor said. "He was back here in ten minutes. But they've got him you're right or he would have been back with us before this." "They'll take him and the girl to Orlog. They won't hurt them because they " The Big Business Man stopped abruptly; his face went white. "Good God, Frank, do you realize?
We must wait here for Lylda. Reoh and Aura must stay with us. Then we can decide how to rescue Loto and what to do after that. But we must keep together." "Jack ought to be here by now," said the Big Business Man. "I hope Reoh and Aura come with him." For over an hour they waited, and still the Very Young Man did not come.
The Chemist smiled and nodded, and the Very Young Man was about to slip it into the pocket of his robe when Reoh hastily reentered the room, followed by Oteo. The youth was breathing heavily, as though he had been running, and on his face was a frightened look. "Bad; very bad," said the old man, in a tone of deep concern, as they came through the doorway.
It will take them there fast." With a last look around, Targo and his followers disappeared through the back door of the room. An outer door clanged noisily, and the Very Young Man and Aura were left alone in the house. Reoh murdered, Loto stolen! The Very Young Man thought of Lylda and wondered if anything could have happened to her. "Did they speak of your sister?" he asked.
They had just decided to send Oteo to see what had become of him and to bring down Reoh and his daughter, when Lylda unexpectedly returned. It was Eena, standing at one of the side windows, who first saw her mistress. A cry from the girl brought them all to the window. Far away beyond the city they could see the gigantic figure of Lylda, towering several hundred feet in the air.
This clock was invented by Reoh, some thirty years ago. He is the greatest scientist and scholar we have." The old man smiled deprecatingly at this compliment. "Are these books?" asked the Very Young Man; he had wandered over to the table and was fingering one of the bound sheets of parchment. "They are Reoh's chronicles," the Chemist answered. "The only ones of their kind in Arite."
They took the seats he offered and looked around them curiously. "There is the clock we spoke of," said the Chemist, indicating one of the larger instruments that stood on a pedestal in a corner of the room. "Reoh will explain it to you." Their host addressed the Chemist. "From Oteo I hear the news to-day is bad?" he asked with evident concern. "I am afraid it is," the Chemist answered seriously.
Before him stood the microscope, with its fragment of stone gleaming in the blue light of the burning wire. He wanted to say something to show them how he felt, but no words came. He looked up into the Chemist's smiling face, and smiled back a little foolishly. "Every day I look," said Reoh, breaking the silence. "And I see wonderful things. But never really can I believe."
"What you will see," said Reoh softly, as they gathered around the Chemist, "you only, of all people, can understand. Each day I look, and I wonder; but never can I quite believe." "I made this myself, nearly ten years ago," said the Chemist, lifting up the instrument; "a microscope. It is not very large, you see; nor is it very powerful. But I want you to look through it."
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