Cyborgs -- Fiction; Science fiction; Time travel -- Fiction
An hour and a half later Doctor Allingham and Gregg had their tea
together in the sitting room of the former's residence. Bay windows
looked out upon the broad High Street, already thronged with Saturday
evening excursionists. An unusually large crowd was gathered around
the entrance to the "Blue Lion," just over the way, for the news had
soon spread about the town. Wild rumours passed from ear to ear as to
the identity of the strange individual whose behaviour had resulted
in so disturbing a conclusion of the cricket match. Those among the
townspeople who had actually witnessed not only this event but also the
rapid flight of the Clockwork man, related their version of the affair,
adding a little each time and altering their theories, so that in the
end those who listened were more frightened and impressed than those
who had seen.
Allingham sat in stony silence, sipping tea at intervals and cutting
pieces of cake into neat little squares, which he slipped into his
mouth spasmodically. Now and again he passed a hand across his big
tawny moustache and pulled it savagely. His state of tense nervous
irritation was partly due to the fact that he had been obliged to wait
so long for his tea; but he had also violently disagreed with Gregg in
their discussion about the Clockwork man. At the present moment the
young student stood by the window, watching the animated crowd outside
the inn. He had finished his tea, and he had no wish to push his own
theory about the mysterious circumstance to the extent of quarrelling
with his friend.
After the disaster there had been much to do. Four times had
Allingham's car travelled between the cricket ground and the local
hospital, and it was half past six before the eleven players and the
two umpires had been conveyed thither, treated for their wounds and
discharged. No one was seriously injured, but in each case the abrasion
on the side of the head had been severe enough to demand treatment.
One or two had been a long while recovering full consciousness, and
all were in a condition of mental confusion and gave wildly incoherent
reports of the incident.
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