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Only the more thoughtful, to a few of whom these warnings came, coupled them with Monsieur X's repeated threats, and walked uncertain and in humility. Percy Darrow did not interest himself in the search, nor did he desert his post in the wireless office. There he did nothing whatever. Jack Warford stayed with him, but immensely bored, it must be confessed.
I remember congratulating myself that, anyhow, I was going to die game." "By Jove!" murmured Jack Warford, staring at him, fascinated. Evidently, the super-beautiful garment had been forgotten. "Then a war-ship's crew rescued me; and I broke down completely, and acted like a silly ass. I wasn't game at all; I'd just managed to postpone finding it out for a while."
If he were to attempt to destroy the city, he must either involve himself in the destruction, or he must set another bit of clockwork. If he had left his office again I should have seized him, broken into the office, and smashed the apparatus." "But he was crazy," spoke up Mrs. Warford. "How could you rely on his not involving himself in the general destruction?"
Policemen pushed their way in and began roughly to question and to question in real audible words. But for the space of a full minute these people stood there staring upward, drinking in the blessed sound that poured in on them lavishly from the life of the street; drinking deep gulps of air, as though air had lacked. Darrow, and with him Jack Warford, had descended more leisurely.
He's unbalanced; he possesses an immense and disconcerting and a dangerous power; he is becoming possessed of a manie des grandeurs. You remember the phrasing of his last message? 'I am your lord and master, and my wrath shall be visited on you. Begone! That is the language of exaltation. Exaltation is not far short of irresponsible raving." "What possible clue " began Jack Warford blankly.
"A city," stated Percy didactically, "is like a mollusk; it depends largely for its life and health on the artificial shell it has constructed. Unless I am very much mistaken, this particular mollusk is going to get a chance to try life without its shell." "I don't understand you," said Helen. "You will," said Percy Darrow. Mr. and Mrs. Warford descended soon after.
Simmons received a gold medal, a large cash sum, any amount of newspaper space, and an excellent opportunity to go on a vaudeville circuit. Hallowell had his salary raised; and received in addition that rather vague brevet title of "star reporter". Helen Warford is still attractive and unmarried. Whether the latter condition is only pending the return of the expedition is not known.
"Darrow, as you love me, give me the story. Where was he? Where did you get him?" Darrow turned from the window, and sardonically surveyed Eldridge. "He was in the office next door," said he, after a moment. When, three hours previous, Darrow had arisen with the remark before chronicled, Jack Warford had followed him in the expectation of a long expedition.
Before leaving the house, Darrow summoned Jack Warford. "Come on, old bulldog," said he. "You're to live with me a while now. The game is closing down." "Bully," said Jack. "I'll pack a suit case." "Have it done for you, and sent down to my place. We must hustle for the Atlas Building now." "What's doing?" asked Jack, as they boarded a surface car. "Absolutely nothing for some time perhaps.
Pocketing whatever blame the public and his fellow scientists saw fit to hand out to him, he and Jack Warford disappeared in command of a small schooner. The purpose of the expedition was kept secret; its direction was known only to those most intimately concerned. If it ever returns, we may know more of it. Eldridge went on being a scientist, exactly as before.
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