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He
stared
at
me
with
a
hopeless
expression
upon
his
vacuous
,
good-natured
,
scrubby
little
face
.
"
Do
n't
you
think
all
this
is
a
little
too
personal
?
"
he
said
.
"
Well
,
just
one
question
,
"
I
cried
.
"
What
are
you
?
What
is
your
profession
?
"
"
I
am
a
solicitor
's
clerk
,
"
said
he
.
"
Second
man
at
Johnson
and
Merivale
's
,
41
Chancery
Lane
.
"
"
Good-night
!
"
said
I
,
and
vanished
,
like
all
disconsolate
and
broken-hearted
heroes
,
into
the
darkness
,
with
grief
and
rage
and
laughter
all
simmering
within
me
like
a
boiling
pot
.
One
more
little
scene
,
and
I
have
done
.
Last
night
we
all
supped
at
Lord
John
Roxton
's
rooms
,
and
sitting
together
afterwards
we
smoked
in
good
comradeship
and
talked
our
adventures
over
.
It
was
strange
under
these
altered
surroundings
to
see
the
old
,
well-known
faces
and
figures
.
There
was
Challenger
,
with
his
smile
of
condescension
,
his
drooping
eyelids
,
his
intolerant
eyes
,
his
aggressive
beard
,
his
huge
chest
,
swelling
and
puffing
as
he
laid
down
the
law
to
Summerlee
.
And
Summerlee
,
too
,
there
he
was
with
his
short
briar
between
his
thin
moustache
and
his
gray
goat
's
-
beard
,
his
worn
face
protruded
in
eager
debate
as
he
queried
all
Challenger
's
propositions
.
Finally
,
there
was
our
host
,
with
his
rugged
,
eagle
face
,
and
his
cold
,
blue
,
glacier
eyes
with
always
a
shimmer
of
devilment
and
of
humor
down
in
the
depths
of
them
.
Such
is
the
last
picture
of
them
that
I
have
carried
away
.
It
was
after
supper
,
in
his
own
sanctum
--
the
room
of
the
pink
radiance
and
the
innumerable
trophies
--
that
Lord
John
Roxton
had
something
to
say
to
us
.
From
a
cupboard
he
had
brought
an
old
cigar-box
,
and
this
he
laid
before
him
on
the
table
.
"
There
's
one
thing
,
"
said
he
,
"
that
maybe
I
should
have
spoken
about
before
this
,
but
I
wanted
to
know
a
little
more
clearly
where
I
was
.
No
use
to
raise
hopes
and
let
them
down
again
.
But
it
's
facts
,
not
hopes
,
with
us
now
.
You
may
remember
that
day
we
found
the
pterodactyl
rookery
in
the
swamp
--
what
?
Well
,
somethin'
in
the
lie
of
the
land
took
my
notice
.
Perhaps
it
has
escaped
you
,
so
I
will
tell
you
.
It
was
a
volcanic
vent
full
of
blue
clay
.
"
The
Professors
nodded
.
"
Well
,
now
,
in
the
whole
world
I
've
only
had
to
do
with
one
place
that
was
a
volcanic
vent
of
blue
clay
.
That
was
the
great
De
Beers
Diamond
Mine
of
Kimberley
--
what
?
So
you
see
I
got
diamonds
into
my
head
.
I
rigged
up
a
contraption
to
hold
off
those
stinking
beasts
,
and
I
spent
a
happy
day
there
with
a
spud
.
This
is
what
I
got
.
"
