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Updated: May 1, 2025
"What's this?" The Very Young Man pointed to another instrument. "That is an astronomical instrument, something like a sextant also an invention of Reoh's. Here is a small telescope and " The Chemist paused and went over to another table standing at the side of the room. "That reminds me, gentlemen," he continued; "I have something here in which you will be greatly interested."
They found that although Oteo spoke only a few words of English, he understood nearly everything they said, and waiting only a moment more, they started up into the city towards Reoh's home. In the living-room of the house, the Chemist sat Lylda gently down on a cushion in front of the hearth. Sitting beside her, he laid his hand on hers that rested on her knee.
The Doctor knocked upon its partially open front door, and, receiving no answer, they entered silently, with the dread sense of impending evil hanging over them. The Doctor led the way into the old man's study. At the threshold he stopped, shocked into immobility. Upon the floor, with the knife still in it, lay Reoh's body.
He was hardly inside when there came from within the house a girl's scream a cry of horror, abruptly stifled. For an instant, the Very Young Man stood hesitating. Then he dashed forward through an open doorway in the direction from which the cry had seemed to come. The room into which he burst was Reoh's study; the room he had left only a few moments before.
"I forgot that piece of stone," he explained, looking at them queerly. "Go on. I'll be there by the time you are," and disregarding the Chemist's admonition that he might get lost he left them abruptly and walked swiftly back over the way they had come. Without difficulty, for they had made few turns, the Very Young Man located Reoh's house.
Oteo led the two men swiftly through the city towards Reoh's house. There were few pedestrians about and no one seemed particularly to notice them. Yet somehow, the Big Business Man thought, there hung about the city an ominous air of unrest.
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."
Then he thought of his friend the Banker. Perhaps the ring had not been moved from its place in the clubroom. Then he looked at the sky again then Broadway only thirty feet away from him this moment! He smiled a little at this conception, and drew a long breath awed by his thoughts. Oteo was plucking at his sleeve and pointing. Across the street stood Reoh's house.
He led the girl across Reoh's study. She kept her face averted as they passed the body lying on the floor, and in a moment they were outside the house. They walked rapidly, keeping close to the walls of the houses. The streets were nearly deserted and no one seemed to notice them. The Very Young Man was calculating the time. "Probably they are just getting to Orlog with Loto," he said.
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