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I guess we'll have to hurry up with those cannons. I'll send a cable to Pittsburg to-morrow. Anyhow, I reckon the comet can wait for to-night." While Mr Parmenter had been speaking two other men had come down the ladder from the deck of the airship and he continued: "Now, let me introduce you.
His Majesty had summoned a Privy Council at the Palace, and again Mr Parmenter was somewhat surprised at the cold grip and clear sight which these British aristocrats had in dealing with matters which he thought ought to have been quite outside their experience.
"Do you mean to say Cecilia has married Mr Parmenter?" "Oh dear, no! she has married Sir Anthony." "Then she jilted our father for a title? The snake!" "Don't use such charming language, my sweetest; her Ladyship might not admire it. And if I were you, I would make myself scarce; she is coming this way." "Then I will go the other," said I, and I did.
In view of this a pleasant little dinner-party was arranged for at the Parmenter Palace at eight the next evening. There would be no carriages. The coming and parting guests would do their coming and going in airships. Mr Parmenter expressed the opinion that, under the circumstances, this would be at once safer and more convenient.
These guns of ours are made for business, and we don't have any blank charges." "I perfectly understand you, Mr Parmenter," replied His Majesty with a laugh. "We shall have to dispense with the ceremony. Still, those are just the sort of guns we want at present. Good-morning, again." His Majesty went down the gangway and Admiral Hingeston, with Mr Parmenter and Lennard, entered the conning-tower.
"This is Mr Parmenter whose telescope enabled me to find the comet, and this is Mr or I ought now to say Admiral Hingeston, who had the honour of receiving that rank from His Majesty half an hour ago." "What!" exclaimed the Duke. "Half an hour! Are you quite serious, gentlemen? The telegram's only just got here."
I mean too late to stop the war and save the world." "I don't know about stopping the war," replied Lennard, "but, if no accident happens or is arranged for, we can save the world still, I think." "Accident arranged for?" echoed Mr Parmenter. "What do you mean by that? Are you talking about John Castellan and those Flying Fish things of his?
"Now, I suppose we'd better go and change, or we'll be late for breakfast. I certainly don't want the beautiful Miss Parmenter to see me in this state for the first time." "My dear Miss Castellan, I can assure you that you have not the faintest reason to fear any comparison that might be made," laughed Lennard as he left the room and went to have his tub.
Soon after eight o'clock a heavy mist came down over Whernside and its companion heights, and Mr Parmenter went to one of the windows of the big dining-room and said: "I reckon this will just about fit us, Mr Lennard, so, if you've got your portmanteau packed, have it sent up to the Auriole at once, and we'll make a start."
This was the vast organisation which, when the word went forth from the headquarters at Pittsburg, devoted the best of its brains and skill to the creation of the Aërial Fleet, and, as Mr Parmenter had said, that Fleet was ready to take the air in the time he had allowed for its construction. But the new ships had developed in the course of making.
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