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His face became flushed. "The bacillus has travelled forty-two miles towards Birmingham," he said, just as our train drew in to the London terminus. I was busy with patients until dinner-time and did not see anything of Sarakoff. While working, my exhaustion and anxiety wore off, and were replaced by a mild exhilaration.
"Now I see nothing. I am in the dark. I do not understand what has happened to me." "What we are in for now, no man can say," I remarked. "It's the extraordinary restfulness that puzzles me," said Sarakoff. "Here I have been sitting for hours and I feel no inclination to do anything."
Sarakoff, wrapped up in a fur rug, stared dreamily in front of him. As far as I can recall them, my feelings during that swift tour of London were vague. The buildings, the people, the familiar signs in the streets, the shop windows, all seemed to have lost in some degree the quality of reality.
It's too fantastic, even for me. In the meantime I shall spread abroad the news that the end of sickness is at hand, and that humanity is on the threshold of a new era. For that I believe with all my heart." "One moment," said Sarakoff. "If you believe that this germ does away with disease, what is going to cause men to die?" "Old age." "But that is a disease itself."
Lord Alberan glanced at me and then looked hard at the Russian. A swiftly passing surprise shewed that he recognized Sarakoff. Leonora mentioned our names casually, took up a cigarette and dropped into a chair. "Yes," she continued, "these gentlemen have put the germ into the water that supplies Birmingham." She struck a match and lit the cigarette.
Perfectly calm and undisturbed, I rejoined Sarakoff in the waiting-room. The incident of Mr. Clutterbuck passed totally from my mind, and I began to reflect on certain problems arising out of the visit of the Home Secretary. On the same afternoon Miss Annot paid me a visit. I was still sitting in the waiting-room, and Sarakoff was with me.
They've gone and invented this 'ere Blue Disease." The policeman raised his helmet a little and the taxi-man uttered an exclamation. "Why, you've got it yourself," he said, and stared. The policeman's eyes were stained a vivid blue. "An immortal policeman!" murmured Sarakoff dreamily. The discovery seemed to discomfit the taxi-man.
"There's no doubt that they're both a little mad." Sir Robert's voice sounded for a moment, and then died away. Scarcely had the Home Secretary departed when my maid announced that a patient was waiting to see me in my study. I left Sarakoff sitting tranquilly in the waiting-room and entered the study. A grave, precise, clean-shaven man was standing by the window. He turned as I entered.
"I did not notice her before." I followed the direction of his gaze. A young woman, dressed in emerald green, sat at a table against the opposite wall. She was talking very excitedly, making many gestures and seemed to me a little intoxicated. Sarakoff poured out some more champagne. "I am getting back," he muttered. He looked like a man engaged in some terrific struggle with himself.
"This is an ideal day to spend indoors by the fireside," I observed. "I think I'll telephone to the hospital and tell Jones to take my work." Sarakoff raised his eyes, and then his eyebrows. "So," he said, "the busy man suddenly thinks work a bother. The power of the germ, Harden, is indeed miraculous." "Do you think my inclination is due to the germ?" "Beyond a doubt.
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