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However embarrassed the sergeant might be by exceptional events, he was evidently thoroughly at home in his own department. "'Ere!" he said, stepping forward briskly, "stow that, me man!" And with a sudden energetic thrust in the chest, he sent Savaroff sprawling backwards on the couch almost on top of von Brünig.
"Good-bye," I said; "we shall meet at Tilbury, I suppose if not before?" He nodded. "At Tilbury certainly. Au revoir, Mr. Nicholson." And with this last reminder of my future identity echoing in my ears, we slid off down the drive. All the way into Plymouth Savaroff maintained a grumpy silence.
Savaroff uttered a hoarse exclamation and sat upright in his seat. "Are you speaking the truth?" he asked roughly. I stared him full in the face, and then without answering turned back to McMurtrie. The latter made a gesture with his hand. "Leave the matter to me, Savaroff," he said sharply. "I understand Mr. Lyndon better than you do."
Then, grasping my bag, I marched up the platform behind him, coming to a halt outside an empty first-class carriage. "This will do," he said, and finding no sound reason for contradicting him I stepped in and put my bag upon the rack. "Good-bye, Savaroff," I said cheerfully. "I shall have the pleasure of seeing you too at Tilbury, I suppose?"
Between them they were largely responsible for the early disasters in the Japanese war." For a moment no one spoke. Then Tommy leaned forward. "I say, Latimer," he exclaimed, "is this serious history?" "The Russian Government," replied Latimer, "are most certainly under that impression." "But if they know about it," I objected, "how is it that McMurtrie and Savaroff aren't in Siberia?
We left the car in charge of a tired-looking loafer who was standing in the gutter, and taking out my bag, I followed Savaroff into the booking office. "You had better wait there," he muttered, pointing to the corner. "I will get the ticket."
It was fortunate for you you chose this house very fortunate. You find yourself amongst friends here." I nodded. I didn't like the man there was too great a suggestion of the bully about him, but for all that I preferred him to McMurtrie. It was the latter who interrupted. "Come, Savaroff, you take Mr. Lyndon's other arm and we'll help him upstairs.
"And you really believe McMurtrie and Savaroff are responsible for their optimism?" I asked a little incredulously. Latimer nodded. "Dr. McMurtrie," he said in his quiet drawl, "is the most dangerous man in Europe. He is partly English and partly Russian by birth. At one time he used to be court physician at St. Petersburg. Savaroff is a German Pole his real name is Vassiloff.
Thornton, infected by his friend's excitement, leaned forward in his chair. "Yes nearly. If only my transformers hadn't melted! You see I got the idea from Savaroff, who noticed that the activity of radium and other elements wasn't constant, but varied with the degree of solar activity, reaching its maximum at the periods when the sun spots were most numerous.
Savaroff broke out into a short gruff laugh. "Our friend," he said, "is modest so modest. He does not thirst for more fame. He would retire into private life if they would let him." He chuckled to himself, as though enjoying the subtlety of his own humour. Unlike his daughter, he spoke English with a distinctly foreign accent. "Ah, yes," said Dr. McMurtrie amiably; "but then, Mr.
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