“Never saw anything like it before.” “Yours is, I think, the same color all day long.” “Except on rainy days.” “Must be a great bore, monotonous--too much sameness. It is white, is it not?” “Yes, rather--between white and yellow, I call it.” “Something like our sixth hour, I suppose; this is the fourth hour of morning. Then come blue, yellow, green, and at noon red. The afternoon is divided up in the same way. The first hour is green, then follow yellow, blue, lavender, rose, gray and purple. Yes, I should think you would find yours somewhat tiresome.” “We can rely on it,” said Johnston speaking for the first time and in a wavering voice, “it is always there.” “Doing business at the old stand,” laughed Thorndyke, attempting an Americanism. “Well, that is a comfort, anyway,” said the captain seriously. “In my time they have had no solar trouble, but some of the old people tell horrible tales of a period when our sun for several days did not shine at all.” “Can it be possible?” said the Englishman dubiously. “Oh, yes; and the early settlers had a great deal of trouble in different ways; but I am not at liberty to give you information on that head. It is the king's special pleasure to have new-comers form their own impressions, and he is particularly fond of noting their surprise, and, above all, their approval. People usually come here of their own accord through the influence of our secret force of agents all over the earth, but you were brought because you happened to drop on our island and would have found out too much for our good, and that red light you kept burning night and day might have given us trouble. There is no telling how long you could have kept alive on those clams.” “We meant no offence,” apologized Thorndyke; “we----” “Oh, I know it, I was only explaining the situation,” interrupted the officer. “What is that bright spot to the right?” asked Thorndyke, to change the subject. “The king's palace; that is the dome. We shall soon be there. Now, I must not talk to you any longer. Somebody may be watching us with glasses. I have taken a liking to you, and some time, when I get the opportunity, I shall give you some useful advice, but I must treat you very formally, at least till you have had audience with the king.” “Thank you,” said the Englishman, and Tradmos stood up in the car to watch their progress through the circular glass of a little cupola on top. Thorndyke smiled at Johnston, but the American was in no pleasant mood. The indifference with which Tradmos had treated him had nettled him. The machine was now slowly descending. A vast pile of white marble, with many golden domes and spires, rose between them and the earth below.