“That shook me, or rather it prevented me from accepting what I never
had quite accepted in my heart. That’s another story, and you’re only
in the mood for one at present; but after seeing Baumgartner on
Saturday, I thought I’d like to know a little more about him, not from
outsiders but from the inside of his own skull. So I went to the
British Museum to have a look at his books. It was after hours for
getting books, but I made such representations that they cut their red
tape for once; and I soon read enough to wonder whether my grave and
reverend seignior was quite all there. Spiritualism one knows, but here
was spiritualism with a difference; psychic photography one had heard
about, but here was a psychical photographer gone mad or bad! When a
gifted creature puts into admirable English his longing to snap-shoot
the souls of murderers coming up through the drop, like the clown at
Drury Lane, you begin to want him elected to a fauteuil in Broadmoor.
Will you believe me when I tell you that I stumbled mentally on the
very thing I shall presently prove to have been the truth, and that I
dismissed it from my mind as the wildest impossibility?”
“I don’t see how you’re going to prove it now,” remarked Mr. Upton, who
hoped there would be no such proof, for the sake of the girl who had
been good to his boy; but that was a private consideration which there
was no necessity to express.
“I shall want another chat with your lad when he’s had his sleep out,”
replied Thrush, significantly; “he’s told me quite enough to make me
eager for more. But you haven’t told me anything about your own
adventures?”
And he got another drink to help him listen; for as a rule the
ironmaster was only succinct when thoroughly irate. But now for once he
was both brief and amiable.
“What have I to tell compared with you?” he asked. “Those damned old
wooden walls only cleared the Thames on Sunday morning, and they
weren’t near Plymouth when I left last night; but my little aluminium
lot broke all her records before I broke one of her wheels. What I want
to know is what you did from the time I left on Sunday night to that
great moment this morning.”
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