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"
I
suppose
no
one
,
"
he
said
,
"
is
absolutely
averse
to
enormous
wealth
.
Of
course
there
is
one
thing
--
"
He
paused
.
I
stood
still
"
It
is
just
possible
,
you
know
,
that
we
may
not
be
able
to
make
it
after
all
!
It
may
be
one
of
those
things
that
are
a
theoretical
possibility
,
but
a
practical
absurdity
.
Or
when
we
make
it
,
there
may
be
some
little
hitch
!
"
"
We
'll
tackle
the
hitch
when
it
comes
,
"
said
I.
But
Cavor
's
fears
were
groundless
,
so
far
as
the
actual
making
was
concerned
.
On
the
14th
of
October
,
1899
,
this
incredible
substance
was
made
!
Oddly
enough
,
it
was
made
at
last
by
accident
,
when
Mr.
Cavor
least
expected
it
.
He
had
fused
together
a
number
of
metals
and
certain
other
things
--
I
wish
I
knew
the
particulars
now
!
--
and
he
intended
to
leave
the
mixture
a
week
and
then
allow
it
to
cool
slowly
.
Unless
he
had
miscalculated
,
the
last
stage
in
the
combination
would
occur
when
the
stuff
sank
to
a
temperature
of
60
degrees
Fahrenheit
.
But
it
chanced
that
,
unknown
to
Cavor
,
dissension
had
arisen
about
the
furnace
tending
.
Gibbs
,
who
had
previously
seen
to
this
,
had
suddenly
attempted
to
shift
it
to
the
man
who
had
been
a
gardener
,
on
the
score
that
coal
was
soil
,
being
dug
,
and
therefore
could
not
possibly
fall
within
the
province
of
a
joiner
;
the
man
who
had
been
a
jobbing
gardener
alleged
,
however
,
that
coal
was
a
metallic
or
ore-like
substance
,
let
alone
that
he
was
cook
.
But
Spargus
insisted
on
Gibbs
doing
the
coaling
,
seeing
that
he
was
a
joiner
and
that
coal
is
notoriously
fossil
wood
.
Consequently
Gibbs
ceased
to
replenish
the
furnace
,
and
no
one
else
did
so
,
and
Cavor
was
too
much
immersed
in
certain
interesting
problems
concerning
a
Cavorite
flying
machine
(
neglecting
the
resistance
of
the
air
and
one
or
two
other
points
)
to
perceive
that
anything
was
wrong
.
And
the
premature
birth
of
his
invention
took
place
just
as
he
was
coming
across
the
field
to
my
bungalow
for
our
afternoon
talk
and
tea
.
I
remember
the
occasion
with
extreme
vividness
.
The
water
was
boiling
,
and
everything
was
prepared
,
and
the
sound
of
his
"
zuzzoo
"
had
brought
me
out
upon
the
verandah
.
His
active
little
figure
was
black
against
the
autumnal
sunset
,
and
to
the
right
the
chimneys
of
his
house
just
rose
above
a
gloriously
tinted
group
of
trees
.
Remoter
rose
the
Wealden
Hills
,
faint
and
blue
,
while
to
the
left
the
hazy
marsh
spread
out
spacious
and
serene
.
And
then
--
The
chimneys
jerked
heavenward
,
smashing
into
a
string
of
bricks
as
they
rose
,
and
the
roof
and
a
miscellany
of
furniture
followed
.
Then
overtaking
them
came
a
huge
white
flame
.
The
trees
about
the
building
swayed
and
whirled
and
tore
themselves
to
pieces
,
that
sprang
towards
the
flare
.
My
ears
were
smitten
with
a
clap
of
thunder
that
left
me
deaf
on
one
side
for
life
,
and
all
about
me
windows
smashed
,
unheeded
.
I
took
three
steps
from
the
verandah
towards
Cavor
's
house
,
and
even
as
I
did
so
came
the
wind
.
