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"
One
moment
,
sir
,
"
I
said
,
as
I
realized
that
it
was
a
pink
bald
head
,
and
not
a
red
face
,
which
was
fronting
me
.
"
I
am
not
very
clear
yet
why
I
am
to
interview
this
gentleman
.
What
has
he
done
?
"
The
face
flashed
back
again
.
"
Went
to
South
America
on
a
solitary
expedeetion
two
years
ago
.
Came
back
last
year
.
Had
undoubtedly
been
to
South
America
,
but
refused
to
say
exactly
where
.
Began
to
tell
his
adventures
in
a
vague
way
,
but
somebody
started
to
pick
holes
,
and
he
just
shut
up
like
an
oyster
.
Something
wonderful
happened
--
or
the
man
's
a
champion
liar
,
which
is
the
more
probable
supposeetion
.
Had
some
damaged
photographs
,
said
to
be
fakes
.
Got
so
touchy
that
he
assaults
anyone
who
asks
questions
,
and
heaves
reporters
down
the
stairs
.
In
my
opinion
he
's
just
a
homicidal
megalomaniac
with
a
turn
for
science
.
That
's
your
man
,
Mr.
Malone
.
Now
,
off
you
run
,
and
see
what
you
can
make
of
him
.
You
're
big
enough
to
look
after
yourself
.
Anyway
,
you
are
all
safe
.
Employers
'
Liability
Act
,
you
know
.
"
A
grinning
red
face
turned
once
more
into
a
pink
oval
,
fringed
with
gingery
fluff
;
the
interview
was
at
an
end
.
I
walked
across
to
the
Savage
Club
,
but
instead
of
turning
into
it
I
leaned
upon
the
railings
of
Adelphi
Terrace
and
gazed
thoughtfully
for
a
long
time
at
the
brown
,
oily
river
.
I
can
always
think
most
sanely
and
clearly
in
the
open
air
.
I
took
out
the
list
of
Professor
Challenger
's
exploits
,
and
I
read
it
over
under
the
electric
lamp
.
Then
I
had
what
I
can
only
regard
as
an
inspiration
.
As
a
Pressman
,
I
felt
sure
from
what
I
had
been
told
that
I
could
never
hope
to
get
into
touch
with
this
cantankerous
Professor
.
But
these
recriminations
,
twice
mentioned
in
his
skeleton
biography
,
could
only
mean
that
he
was
a
fanatic
in
science
.
Was
there
not
an
exposed
margin
there
upon
which
he
might
be
accessible
?
I
would
try
.
I
entered
the
club
.
It
was
just
after
eleven
,
and
the
big
room
was
fairly
full
,
though
the
rush
had
not
yet
set
in
.
I
noticed
a
tall
,
thin
,
angular
man
seated
in
an
arm-chair
by
the
fire
.
He
turned
as
I
drew
my
chair
up
to
him
.
It
was
the
man
of
all
others
whom
I
should
have
chosen
--
Tarp
Henry
,
of
the
staff
of
Nature
,
a
thin
,
dry
,
leathery
creature
,
who
was
full
,
to
those
who
knew
him
,
of
kindly
humanity
.
I
plunged
instantly
into
my
subject
.
"
What
do
you
know
of
Professor
Challenger
?
"
"
Challenger
?
"
He
gathered
his
brows
in
scientific
disapproval
.
"
Challenger
was
the
man
who
came
with
some
cock-and-bull
story
from
South
America
.
"
"
What
story
?
"
"
Oh
,
it
was
rank
nonsense
about
some
queer
animals
he
had
discovered
.
I
believe
he
has
retracted
since
.
Anyhow
,
he
has
suppressed
it
all
.
He
gave
an
interview
to
Reuter
's
,
and
there
was
such
a
howl
that
he
saw
it
would
n't
do
.
It
was
a
discreditable
business
.
There
were
one
or
two
folk
who
were
inclined
to
take
him
seriously
,
but
he
soon
choked
them
off
.
"
