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Sarakoff picked up the paper and read the paragraph for himself. Then he laid it down. "It is strange that one so persistently neglects the obvious in one's calculations. Of course there will be a bluish tint." He leaned back and pulled at his beard. "I should think it will show itself in the whites of the eyes first, just as jaundice shews itself there.
I noticed she actually smoked very little, but seemed to like to watch the burning cigarette. "Do sit down. What are you standing for, Geoffrey?" Lord Alberan's attitude relaxed. He had evidently decided on his course of action. "That is very interesting," he observed, as if he had never seen Sarakoff before. "A germ that is going to keep us all young. It reminds me of the Arabian Nights.
"It is funny to think of our last meeting, Richard," she said at length. "Do you remember how my father behaved? He is different now. He sits all day in his study he eats very little. He seems to be in a dream." "And you?" I asked. "I am in a dream, too. I do not understand it. All the things I used to busy myself with seem unimportant." "That is how we feel," said Sarakoff.
In the human body it finds an admirable host, and owing to the fact that it destroys all other organisms, it confers immortality on the person who is infected by it. We are therefore on the threshold of a new era." After this brief statement Sarakoff calmly sat down, and absolute silence reigned. Sir Jeremy, still smiling blandly, stared up at him. Every face was turned in our direction.
But how do you know it is there?" "It has cut short an epidemic of measles. The doctors are puzzled." Sarakoff nodded. He was looking at the names of the other towns that lay on the course of the aqueduct. "Cleobury-Mortimer," he spelt out. "No news from there?" "None." "And none from Birmingham yet?" "None." "We'll have news to-morrow." He raised himself on his knees.
He took a step nearer and saw a wooden rack, fitted in the interior, containing six glass tubes whose mouths were stopped with plugs of cotton wool. "You see, there is nothing important there," said Sarakoff with a smile. "These objects are of purely scientific interest." He took out one of the tubes and held it up to the light.
At lunch we had not moved out of the house yet we had very little appetite. As a matter of interest I will give exactly what we ate and drank. Sarakoff took some soup and a piece of bread, and then some cheese. I began with some cold beef, and finding it unattractive, pushed it away and ate some biscuits and butter. There was claret on the table.
He passed his hand over his brow and frowned. "Yes, yes," he continued, "that's what it is a colossal joke. We've all been taken in by it everyone except me." He sat down by the breakfast table suddenly and once more passed his hand over his brow. "What was I saying?" he asked. Sarakoff and I were now watching him intently. "That the Blue Disease was a joke," I said. "Ah, yes a joke."
When Sarakoff had said that I would not die, and that therein lay the charm of the new situation, it seemed as if scales had momentarily fallen from my eyes. I beheld myself as something ridiculous, comparable to a hare that persists in dashing along a country lane in front of the headlight of a motor car, when a turn one way or another would bring it to safety.
Finally he had recourse to a bell that stood on the table. "Gentlemen," he said, when silence was restored. "We have just heard a remarkable statement from Professor Sarakoff and I think I am justified in asking for proofs." I instantly got up. I was quite calm. "I can prove that Sarakoff's statement is perfectly correct," I said. "I am Richard Harden.
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