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No
doubt
it
was
very
eccentric
,
and
yet
the
performance
struck
me
as
extraordinarily
clever
and
amusing
.
Whilst
this
was
going
on
,
Lord
John
leaned
forward
and
told
me
some
interminable
story
about
a
buffalo
and
an
Indian
rajah
which
seemed
to
me
to
have
neither
beginning
nor
end
.
Professor
Summerlee
had
just
begun
to
chirrup
like
a
canary
,
and
Lord
John
to
get
to
the
climax
of
his
story
,
when
the
train
drew
up
at
Jarvis
Brook
,
which
had
been
given
us
as
the
station
for
Rotherfield
.
And
there
was
Challenger
to
meet
us
.
His
appearance
was
glorious
.
Not
all
the
turkey
-
cocks
in
creation
could
match
the
slow
,
high
-
stepping
dignity
with
which
he
paraded
his
own
railway
station
and
the
benignant
smile
of
condescending
encouragement
with
which
he
regarded
everybody
around
him
.
If
he
had
changed
in
anything
since
the
days
of
old
,
it
was
that
his
points
had
become
accentuated
.
The
huge
head
and
broad
sweep
of
forehead
,
with
its
plastered
lock
of
black
hair
,
seemed
even
greater
than
before
.
His
black
beard
poured
forward
in
a
more
impressive
cascade
,
and
his
clear
grey
eyes
,
with
their
insolent
and
sardonic
eyelids
,
were
even
more
masterful
than
of
yore
.
He
gave
me
the
amused
hand
-
shake
and
encouraging
smile
which
the
head
master
bestows
upon
the
small
boy
,
and
,
having
greeted
the
others
and
helped
to
collect
their
bags
and
their
cylinders
of
oxygen
,
he
stowed
us
and
them
away
in
a
large
motor
-
car
which
was
driven
by
the
same
impassive
Austin
,
the
man
of
few
words
,
whom
I
had
seen
in
the
character
of
butler
upon
the
occasion
of
my
first
eventful
visit
to
the
Professor
.
Our
journey
led
us
up
a
winding
hill
through
beautiful
country
.
I
sat
in
front
with
the
chauffeur
,
but
behind
me
my
three
comrades
seemed
to
me
to
be
all
talking
together
.
Lord
John
was
still
struggling
with
his
buffalo
story
,
so
far
as
I
could
make
out
,
while
once
again
I
heard
,
as
of
old
,
the
deep
rumble
of
Challenger
and
the
insistent
accents
of
Summerlee
as
their
brains
locked
in
high
and
fierce
scientific
debate
.
Suddenly
Austin
slanted
his
mahogany
face
toward
me
without
taking
his
eyes
from
his
steering
-
wheel
.
"
I
’
m
under
notice
,
"
said
he
.
"
Dear
me
!
"
said
I
.
Everything
seemed
strange
to
-
day
.
Everyone
said
queer
,
unexpected
things
.
It
was
like
a
dream
.
"
It
’
s
forty
-
seven
times
,
"
said
Austin
reflectively
.
"
When
do
you
go
?
"
I
asked
,
for
want
of
some
better
observation
.
