Challenger, Professor (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Science fiction
she stood paralyzed, staring down at my head. Then with a shriek she
tore herself free and rushed from the room. I pursued her with some
thoughts of an explanation, but she flew down the drive, and some minutes
afterwards I was able to pick her out with my field-glasses travelling
very rapidly in a south-westerly direction. I tell you the anecdote for
what it is worth. I drop it into your brains and await its germination.
Is it illuminative? Has it conveyed anything to your minds? What do
_you_ think of it, Lord John?"
Lord John shook his head gravely.
"You'll be gettin' into serious trouble some of these days if you don't
put a brake on," said he.
"Perhaps you have some observation to make, Summerlee?"
"You should drop all work instantly, Challenger, and take three months in
a German watering-place," said he.
"Profound! Profound!" cried Challenger. "Now, my young friend, is it
possible that wisdom may come from you where your seniors have so
signally failed?"
And it did. I say it with all modesty, but it did. Of course, it all
seems obvious enough to you who know what occurred, but it was not so
very clear when everything was new. But it came on me suddenly with the
full force of absolute conviction.
"Poison!" I cried.
Then, even as I said the word, my mind flashed back over the whole
morning's experiences, past Lord John with his buffalo, past my own
hysterical tears, past the outrageous conduct of Professor Summerlee, to
the queer happenings in London, the row in the park, the driving of the
chauffeur, the quarrel at the oxygen warehouse. Everything fitted
suddenly into its place.
"Of course," I cried again. "It is poison. We are all poisoned."
"Exactly," said Challenger, rubbing his hands, "we are all poisoned. Our
planet has swum into the poison belt of ether, and is now flying deeper
into it at the rate of some millions of miles a minute. Our young friend
has expressed the cause of all our troubles and perplexities in a single
word, 'poison.'"
We looked at each other in amazed silence. No comment seemed to meet the
situation.
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