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"
Really
,
"
he
said
as
he
gathered
them
up
,
"
I
begin
to
think
that
it
would
save
my
correspondents
’
money
if
I
were
to
adopt
a
telegraphic
address
.
Possibly
’
Noah
,
Rotherfield
,
’
would
be
the
most
appropriate
.
"
As
usual
when
he
made
an
obscure
joke
,
he
leaned
against
the
desk
and
bellowed
in
a
paroxysm
of
laughter
,
his
hands
shaking
so
that
he
could
hardly
open
the
envelopes
.
"
Noah
!
Noah
!
"
he
gasped
,
with
a
face
of
beetroot
,
while
Lord
John
and
I
smiled
in
sympathy
and
Summerlee
,
like
a
dyspeptic
goat
,
wagged
his
head
in
sardonic
disagreement
.
Finally
Challenger
,
still
rumbling
and
exploding
,
began
to
open
his
telegrams
.
The
three
of
us
stood
in
the
bow
window
and
occupied
ourselves
in
admiring
the
magnificent
view
.
It
was
certainly
worth
looking
at
.
The
road
in
its
gentle
curves
had
really
brought
us
to
a
considerable
elevation
—
seven
hundred
feet
,
as
we
afterwards
discovered
.
Challenger
’
s
house
was
on
the
very
edge
of
the
hill
,
and
from
its
southern
face
,
in
which
was
the
study
window
,
one
looked
across
the
vast
stretch
of
the
weald
to
where
the
gentle
curves
of
the
South
Downs
formed
an
undulating
horizon
.
In
a
cleft
of
the
hills
a
haze
of
smoke
marked
the
position
of
Lewes
.
Immediately
at
our
feet
there
lay
a
rolling
plain
of
heather
,
with
the
long
,
vivid
green
stretches
of
the
Crowborough
golf
course
,
all
dotted
with
the
players
.
A
little
to
the
south
,
through
an
opening
in
the
woods
,
we
could
see
a
section
of
the
main
line
from
London
to
Brighton
.
In
the
immediate
foreground
,
under
our
very
noses
,
was
a
small
enclosed
yard
,
in
which
stood
the
car
which
had
brought
us
from
the
station
.
An
ejaculation
from
Challenger
caused
us
to
turn
.
He
had
read
his
telegrams
and
had
arranged
them
in
a
little
methodical
pile
upon
his
desk
.
His
broad
,
rugged
face
,
or
as
much
of
it
as
was
visible
over
the
matted
beard
,
was
still
deeply
flushed
,
and
he
seemed
to
be
under
the
influence
of
some
strong
excitement
.
"
Well
,
gentlemen
,
"
he
said
,
in
a
voice
as
if
he
was
addressing
a
public
meeting
,
"
this
is
indeed
an
interesting
reunion
,
and
it
takes
place
under
extraordinary
—
I
may
say
unprecedented
—
circumstances
.
May
I
ask
if
you
have
observed
anything
upon
your
journey
from
town
?
"
"
The
only
thing
which
I
observed
,
"
said
Summerlee
with
a
sour
smile
,
"
was
that
our
young
friend
here
has
not
improved
in
his
manners
during
the
years
that
have
passed
.
I
am
sorry
to
state
that
I
have
had
to
seriously
complain
of
his
conduct
in
the
train
,
and
I
should
be
wanting
in
frankness
if
I
did
not
say
that
it
has
left
a
most
unpleasant
impression
in
my
mind
.
"
"
Well
,
well
,
we
all
get
a
bit
prosy
sometimes
,
"
said
Lord
John
.
"
The
young
fellah
meant
no
real
harm
.
After
all
,
he
’
s
an
International
,
so
if
he
takes
half
an
hour
to
describe
a
game
of
football
he
has
more
right
to
do
it
than
most
folk
.
"
"
Half
an
hour
to
describe
a
game
!
"
I
cried
indignantly
.
"
Why
,
it
was
you
that
took
half
an
hour
with
some
long
-
winded
story
about
a
buffalo
.
Professor
Summerlee
will
be
my
witness
.
"
"
I
can
hardly
judge
which
of
you
was
the
most
utterly
wearisome
,
"
said
Summerlee
.
"
I
declare
to
you
,
Challenger
,
that
I
never
wish
to
hear
of
football
or
of
buffaloes
so
long
as
I
live
.
"
