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That, however, is a detail " "Just like that, eh?" No one smiled at Jerry Dane's comment. Bates leaned forward. "Where do Colcord and I come in?" Simec, who had resumed his seat, turned to him. "Of course I beg your pardon. I should have explained at the outset that the discovery has never had adequate practical test.
I have been equally unfortunate in enlisting others, to whom, naturally, I was in duty bound to designate possible in fact, extremely probable dangers." "In more precise words," snapped Bates, "if your invention is what you think it is your assistants are bound to die." Simec hesitated a moment, his gleaming brow wrinkled thoughtfully. "Well, not precisely," he said at length.
She had done the best she could as to guests, had done exceedingly well, as it chanced, fortune having favored her especially in the cases of several of those who sat about the table. And now Simec was fully involved in conversation with Bessie Dane, who seemed deeply interested.
Evelyn looked appealingly at her husband, who grimaced and shrugged slightly. "I imagine I have some sort of a reputation in the way of physical formula as applied to war," Simec went on presently. "Dane is about to handle a rather extraordinary gun of mine in the foreign market. But one gun differs from another only inasmuch as it is somewhat more deadly its destructiveness is not total."
Simec was gazing at the speaker with half-closed eyes; the others, in thrall of his words, were staring at the table or at one another. "What a thought!" Mrs. Allison glanced at him curiously. "Coming from you, of all men, Nick!" "I wonder if I could say that?" Jerry Dane sank down in his chair, put his hands in his pockets, and gazed sombrely up at the ceiling. "By George!
"But this is not a joke, Mrs. Colcord," rejoined Simec gravely. "Well, in any event " began Evelyn, but her husband interrupted. "I told you I was on record, Simec," he said. "You show me a way to end this carnival of murder and I'm your man." "I, too." Bates chuckled. "Perhaps, after all, we've been dining closer to the supernatural than we realized. Well, I'm game.
Now there were memories of her husband's sober words; now there was young Jeffery Latham at her elbow he had been almost shot to pieces in France now there was Simec, the genius of diabolical achievement.... What were things coming to? Even the weather had gone wrong.
Life, after all, is only a few more summers and a few more winters, even if we live it out. Go to it, Simec." There was sort of a reckless ring in the writer's voice which was taken as a sign that he was seriously impressed. But Bates would be; he had imagination and was temperamental. "I wish you all would stop." Bessie Dane's voice was childishly plaintive. "Nick, please!" cried Evelyn.
A wayfarer, head down, was struggling through the nimbus of watery electric light; a horse-drawn vehicle was plodding by. Colcord's voice brought her back; it was strained. "I don't feel as Allison does," he said. "And I certainly have no sympathy with Simec." He leaned forward, his elbows on the table. "You see," he went on, "I I well, maybe, I'm a product of extended peace, as Simec puts it.
Dane's wife laughed a trifle hysterically. Simec arose and stood leaning forward, his hands upon the table. "The situation which Colcord devised, as it happens, is not so impossible as you think. In fact, it may prove to be quite feasible " He paused, but no voice rose to break the silence. The candle-lights were flickering softly in an entering breath of wind.
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