Cyborgs -- Fiction; Science fiction; Time travel -- Fiction
At least, the latter seemed grateful to receive whatever was given
to him, and his general manner became decidedly more possible. There
seemed less chance now of a drastic relapse. The Doctor had locked the
door of the surgery. It would be embarrassing to be discovered in such
circumstances, and Mrs. Masters might faint with horror at the sight of
the empty tins and bottles and the gorging visitor. It was symptomatic
of the Doctor's frame of mind that even now the one thing he dreaded
more than anything else was the intrusion of a curious world into this
monstrous proceeding. He had been forced into accepting the evidence of
his own eyes, but there still remained in him a strong desire to hush
up the affair, to protect the world at large from so fierce a shock to
its established ideas.
The surgery was a low-pitched apartment, and it was approached
by patients from the outside by way of the area steps. One door
communicated with the dark passage that led to the kitchen quarters,
and the other opened directly upon the area. A double row of shelves,
well stocked with bottles, occupied the centre of the room and divided
it into two halves. Beneath the window stood the Doctor's neat bureau,
and to the left of this was a low couch beside the wall. A shaded lamp
on the desk was sufficient to light the room for ordinary purposes;
but there was a gas burner near the further door, which had to be lit
when the Doctor was engaged upon some very close examination or had to
perform a slight operation. Directly underneath this burner there stood
an arm-chair of ample proportions, and it was here that the Clockwork
man had seated himself at the beginning of his orgy.
The Doctor sat upon the couch, with his hands limply hanging between
his knees. He was conscious of perspiration, but made no attempt to
wipe his forehead. His heart was knocking hard against his ribs, and
occasionally missing a beat. He noticed this fact also, but it caused
him little concern. Now and again he looked swiftly at the Clockwork
man and studied his extraordinary method of mastication, the rapid
vibratory movement of the jaws, the apparent absence of any kind of
voluntary effort.
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