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"
And
what
did
he
say
?
"
asked
Helmholtz
eagerly
.
The
Savage
shook
his
head
.
"
He
wouldn
’
t
let
me
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
He
said
he
wanted
to
go
on
with
the
experiment
.
But
I
’
m
damned
,
"
the
Savage
added
,
with
sudden
fury
,
"
I
’
m
damned
if
I
’
ll
go
on
being
experimented
with
.
Not
for
all
the
Controllers
in
the
world
.
l
shall
go
away
to
-
morrow
too
.
"
"
But
where
?
"
the
others
asked
in
unison
.
The
Savage
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
Anywhere
.
I
don
’
t
care
.
So
long
as
I
can
be
alone
.
"
From
Guildford
the
down
-
line
followed
the
Wey
valley
to
Godalming
,
then
,
over
Milford
and
Witley
,
proceeded
to
Haslemere
and
on
through
Petersfield
towards
Portsmouth
.
Roughly
parallel
to
it
,
the
upline
passed
over
Worplesden
,
Tongham
,
Puttenham
,
Elstead
and
Grayshott
.
Between
the
Hog
’
s
Back
and
Hindhead
there
were
points
where
the
two
lines
were
not
more
than
six
or
seven
kilometres
apart
.
The
distance
was
too
small
for
careless
flyers
–
particularly
at
night
and
when
they
had
taken
half
a
gramme
too
much
.
There
had
been
accidents
.
Serious
ones
.
It
had
been
decided
to
deflect
the
upline
a
few
kilometres
to
the
west
.
Between
Grayshott
and
Tongham
four
abandoned
air
-
lighthouses
marked
the
course
of
the
old
Portsmouth
-
to
-
London
road
.
The
skies
above
them
were
silent
and
deserted
.
It
was
over
Selborne
,
Bordon
and
Farnham
that
the
helicopters
now
ceaselessly
hummed
and
roared
.
The
Savage
had
chosen
as
his
hermitage
the
old
light
?
house
which
stood
on
the
crest
of
the
hill
between
Puttenham
and
Elstead
.
The
building
was
of
ferro
?
concrete
and
in
excellent
condition
–
almost
too
comfortable
the
Savage
had
thought
when
he
first
explored
the
place
,
almost
too
civilizedly
luxurious
.
He
pacified
his
conscience
by
promising
himself
a
compensatingly
harder
self
-
discipline
,
purifications
the
more
complete
and
thorough
.
His
first
night
in
the
hermitage
was
,
deliberately
,
a
sleepless
one
.
He
spent
the
hours
on
his
knees
praying
,
now
to
that
Heaven
from
which
the
guilty
Claudius
had
begged
forgiveness
,
now
in
Zuñi
to
Awonawilona
,
now
to
Jesus
and
Pookong
,
now
to
his
own
guardian
animal
,
the
eagle
.
From
time
to
time
he
stretched
out
his
arms
as
though
he
were
on
the
Cross
,
and
held
them
thus
through
long
minutes
of
an
ache
that
gradually
increased
till
it
became
a
tremulous
and
excruciating
agony
;
held
them
,
in
voluntary
crucifixion
,
while
he
repeated
,
through
clenched
teeth
(
the
sweat
,
meanwhile
,
pouring
down
his
face
)
,
"
Oh
,
forgive
me
!
Oh
,
make
me
pure
!
Oh
,
help
me
to
be
good
!
"
again
and
again
,
till
he
was
on
the
point
of
fainting
from
the
pain
.
