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I was not conscious that my eyes had wandered to Mrs. Ascher's dress until Gorman winked at me. Fortunately Ascher noticed neither my glance nor Gorman's wink. I had not thought of suggesting that Mrs. Briggs' stage costume was no more daring than what Mrs. Ascher wore. "Of course," said Ascher, "she wouldn't come to supper in tights. It's her other clothes she's thinking of.
"I'll take him in hand to-morrow," said Gorman. "There's no use our having him to dine with us and looking after him all the way cross if we don't get anything out of him." Gorman's words were cryptic. I wanted to get knowledge the sort of knowledge which would satisfy my curiosity out of Ascher; chiefly knowledge though I would not have refused a little inside information about Canadian affairs.
"Physic!" cried Boone, starting up in alarm, and again clutching Gorman's arm. "You won't let him give it me, will you? Oh! say you won't promise to give it me yourself!" Gorman promised, and a very slight but peculiar smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he did so. Boone again sank back on his pillow, and Gorman sat down on a chair beside him.
Gorman's airplane was more radioactive. They rushed around, got sworn statements from the tower operators and oculist, and flew back to Dayton. In the file on the Gorman Incident I found an old memo reporting the meeting that was held upon the ATIC team's return from Fargo. The memo concluded that some weird things were taking place. The historians of the UFO agree.
Gorman confided to me that millionaires and half-crown cigars had always been associated in his mind before he met Ascher. To me the most surprising thing about the man was the low opinion he had of himself and his own abilities. He was deferential to Gorman and even seemed to think what I said worth listening to. He knew all about Gorman's two novels and his play.
The puzzle became more complicated and Gorman's curiosity was further whetted before he started for Salissa. After leaving my rooms he went to Cockspur Street and called at the office of the Cyrenian Sea Steam Navigation Company. Steinwitz was expecting him and received him in the most friendly manner.
Along the tortuous water course, Stormy Gorman, the old prize-fighter, and Dutch Henry, the ex-soldier, had preempted two of the very few pieces of land that did not stand directly on edge and built for themselves cabins. Gorman's cabin lay a mile above the fork where the raiders had halted; Henry's lay a few miles farther up the creek.
He had done well enough so far, but he scarcely understood how near to the edge of Mrs. Ascher's credulity he had gone. "What Mr. Gorman means," I said, "is that you must have men, organised, you know, and drilled, before you can give them guns. Just at present there are very few volunteers in Mr. Gorman's part of Ireland. He's going to enroll a lot more.
You cannot get far, far away from everywhere. The thing is a physical impossibility. I made an effort to get back to common sense. "About Tim Gorman's cash register?" I said. "What would you suggest?" "You mustn't let them do that hateful thing," she said. "You can stop them if you will." "I don't believe I can," I said. "I'm extraordinarily feeble and ineffectual in every way.
This, then, was the solution. She had made them all herself. "Then she got another position " Miss Draper came into the room in time to hear Mrs. Gorman's last words. She walked swiftly to her sister's side, her eyes blazing. "Kate," she said, her voice low but tense with emotion. "Why are you troubling these strangers with my affairs?" Before Mrs. Gorman could answer Dicky interposed.
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