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I
could
only
suggest
that
he
probably
wanted
it
at
once
.
"
Or
thought
he
did
,
which
is
quite
another
matter
.
But
it
is
superfluous
now
for
you
to
purchase
any
,
since
I
have
this
considerable
supply
.
"
"
Still
,
for
some
reason
he
seems
to
wish
that
I
should
bring
oxygen
too
.
It
will
be
safer
to
do
exactly
what
he
tells
me
.
"
Accordingly
,
in
spite
of
many
grumbles
and
remonstrances
from
Summerlee
,
I
ordered
an
additional
tube
,
which
was
placed
with
the
other
in
his
motor
-
car
,
for
he
had
offered
me
a
lift
to
Victoria
.
I
turned
away
to
pay
off
my
taxi
,
the
driver
of
which
was
very
cantankerous
and
abusive
over
his
fare
.
As
I
came
back
to
Professor
Summerlee
,
he
was
having
a
furious
altercation
with
the
men
who
had
carried
down
the
oxygen
,
his
little
white
goat
’
s
beard
jerking
with
indignation
.
One
of
the
fellows
called
him
,
I
remember
,
"
a
silly
old
bleached
cockatoo
,
"
which
so
enraged
his
chauffeur
that
he
bounded
out
of
his
seat
to
take
the
part
of
his
insulted
master
,
and
it
was
all
we
could
do
to
prevent
a
riot
in
the
street
.
These
little
things
may
seem
trivial
to
relate
,
and
passed
as
mere
incidents
at
the
time
.
It
is
only
now
,
as
I
look
back
,
that
I
see
their
relation
to
the
whole
story
which
I
have
to
unfold
.
The
chauffeur
must
,
as
it
seemed
to
me
,
have
been
a
novice
or
else
have
lost
his
nerve
in
this
disturbance
,
for
he
drove
vilely
on
the
way
to
the
station
.
Twice
we
nearly
had
collisions
with
other
equally
erratic
vehicles
,
and
I
remember
remarking
to
Summerlee
that
the
standard
of
driving
in
London
had
very
much
declined
.
Once
we
brushed
the
very
edge
of
a
great
crowd
which
was
watching
a
fight
at
the
corner
of
the
Mall
.
The
people
,
who
were
much
excited
,
raised
cries
of
anger
at
the
clumsy
driving
,
and
one
fellow
sprang
upon
the
step
and
waved
a
stick
above
our
heads
.
I
pushed
him
off
,
but
we
were
glad
when
we
had
got
clear
of
them
and
safe
out
of
the
park
.
These
little
events
,
coming
one
after
the
other
,
left
me
very
jangled
in
my
nerves
,
and
I
could
see
from
my
companion
’
s
petulant
manner
that
his
own
patience
had
got
to
a
low
ebb
.
But
our
good
humour
was
restored
when
we
saw
Lord
John
Roxton
waiting
for
us
upon
the
platform
,
his
tall
,
thin
figure
clad
in
a
yellow
tweed
shooting
-
suit
.
His
keen
face
,
with
those
unforgettable
eyes
,
so
fierce
and
yet
so
humorous
,
flushed
with
pleasure
at
the
sight
of
us
.
His
ruddy
hair
was
shot
with
grey
,
and
the
furrows
upon
his
brow
had
been
cut
a
little
deeper
by
Time
’
s
chisel
,
but
in
all
else
he
was
the
Lord
John
who
had
been
our
good
comrade
in
the
past
.
"
Hullo
,
Herr
Professor
!
Hullo
,
young
fella
!
"
he
shouted
as
he
came
toward
us
.
