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Septimus told Charles Desmond that he considered the situation to be critical, and, although he had read the morning paper, he was not alluding even indirectly to South African affairs. Charles Desmond said that, other things being equal, the Hill would triumph; but he admitted that other things were very far from equal.
Septimus did not count. "We never play," said Zora. "Neither do I," said Sypher. "The real way to enjoy Monte Carlo is to regard these rooms as non-existent. I wish they were." "Oh, don't say that," Sypher exclaimed quickly. "They are most useful. They have a wisely ordained purpose. They are the meeting-place of the world.
Its power of massacre was unparalleled in the history of wholesale slaughter. A child might work it. Septimus's explanation was too lucid for a man of Sypher's intelligence not to grasp the essentials of his invention. To all his questions Septimus returned satisfactory answers. He could find no flaw in the gun.
But Wiggleswick, bent, hoary, deaf, crabbed, evil old ruffian that he was, like most ex-prisoners instinctively obeyed the word of command, and meekly accepted Zora as his taskmistress. For Septimus began happy days wherein the clock was disregarded. The vague projects that had filled his head for the construction of a new type of quick-firing gun took definite shape.
Wiggleswick entered with the haddock and other breakfast appurtenances, and while Septimus ate his morning meal Sypher smoked and talked and looked through the pages of the Treatise. The lamps lit and the curtains drawn, the room had a cosier appearance than by day. Sypher stretched himself comfortably before the fire. "I'm not in the way, am I?" "Good heavens, no!" said Septimus.
Examinations seem so silly. Why should you tell a set of men what they know already?" The grimy driver expressed the opinion that examinations were necessary. He who spoke had passed them. "I suppose you can get up at any time," Septimus remarked enviously. "Somebody ought to invent a machine for those who can't." "You only want an alarm-clock," said the driver. Septimus shook his head.
"And then get rid of me as soon as possible? Oh! I know what you must be feeling." Septimus put his hand under her arm, and led her away, in great distress. "I thought you wouldn't be able to bear the sight of me." "Oh, don't be silly!" said Emmy. Her adjuration was on a higher plane of sentiment than expression. It comforted Septimus. "What would you like me to do?"
Septimus looked at him with the terrified expression of a mediæval wrongdoer, writhing under an ecclesiastical curse. He made abject apology. "It was the only thing I could do," said he. "Of course it was. And that's why you did it. I never dreamed when you told me to wait until I saw her before going mad or breaking my heart that you meant to send for her.
Zora and Septimus had just returned from a day's excursion to Cannes. They were pleasantly tired and lingered over their tea in a companionable silence. Septimus ruminated dreamily over the nauseous entanglement of a chocolate eclair and a cigarette while Zora idly watched the burly Englishman. Presently she saw him do an odd thing.
'I should call him a large man, my dear, the old lady replied after some hesitation, 'but that his voice is so much larger. 'Than himself? 'Than anybody. 'Hah! said Septimus. And finished his breakfast as if the flavour of the Superior Family Souchong, and also of the ham and toast and eggs, were a little on the wane. Mrs.
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