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"
I
say
,
"
said
the
voice
of
the
little
man
behind
.
"
I
say
,
you
know
.
"
I
wheeled
about
,
and
there
were
twenty
or
thirty
people
,
a
sort
of
irregular
investment
of
people
,
all
bombarding
me
with
dumb
interrogation
,
with
infinite
doubt
and
suspicion
.
I
felt
the
compulsion
of
their
eyes
intolerably
.
I
groaned
aloud
.
"
I
ca
n't
,
"
I
shouted
.
"
I
tell
you
I
ca
n't
!
I
'm
not
equal
to
it
!
You
must
puzzle
and
--
and
be
damned
to
you
!
"
I
gesticulated
convulsively
.
He
receded
a
step
as
though
I
had
threatened
him
.
I
made
a
bolt
through
them
into
the
hotel
.
I
charged
back
into
the
coffee-room
,
rang
the
bell
furiously
.
I
gripped
the
waiter
as
he
entered
.
"
D'ye
hear
?
"
I
shouted
.
"
Get
help
and
carry
these
bars
up
to
my
room
right
away
.
"
He
failed
to
understand
me
,
and
I
shouted
and
raved
at
him
.
A
scared-looking
little
old
man
in
a
green
apron
appeared
,
and
further
two
of
the
young
men
in
flannels
.
I
made
a
dash
at
them
and
commandeered
their
services
.
As
soon
as
the
gold
was
in
my
room
I
felt
free
to
quarrel
.
"
Now
get
out
,
"
I
shouted
;
"
all
of
you
get
out
if
you
do
n't
want
to
see
a
man
go
mad
before
your
eyes
!
"
And
I
helped
the
waiter
by
the
shoulder
as
he
hesitated
in
the
doorway
.
And
then
,
as
soon
as
I
had
the
door
locked
on
them
all
,
I
tore
off
the
little
man
's
clothes
again
,
shied
them
right
and
left
,
and
got
into
bed
forthwith
.
And
there
I
lay
swearing
and
panting
and
cooling
for
a
very
long
time
.
At
last
I
was
calm
enough
to
get
out
of
bed
and
ring
up
the
round-eyed
waiter
for
a
flannel
nightshirt
,
a
soda
and
whisky
,
and
some
good
cigars
.
And
these
things
being
procured
me
,
after
an
exasperating
delay
that
drove
me
several
times
to
the
bell
,
I
locked
the
door
again
and
proceeded
very
deliberately
to
look
the
entire
situation
in
the
face
.
The
net
result
of
the
great
experiment
presented
itself
as
an
absolute
failure
.
It
was
a
rout
,
and
I
was
the
sole
survivor
.
It
was
an
absolute
collapse
,
and
this
was
the
final
disaster
.
There
was
nothing
for
it
but
to
save
myself
,
and
as
much
as
I
could
in
the
way
of
prospects
from
our
débâcle
.
At
one
fatal
crowning
blow
all
my
vague
resolutions
of
return
and
recovery
had
vanished
.
My
intention
of
going
back
to
the
moon
,
of
getting
a
sphereful
of
gold
,
and
afterwards
of
having
a
fragment
of
Cavorite
analysed
and
so
recovering
the
great
secret
--
perhaps
,
finally
,
even
of
recovering
Cavor
's
body
--
all
these
ideas
vanished
altogether
.
I
was
the
sole
survivor
,
and
that
was
all
.
I
think
that
going
to
bed
was
one
of
the
luckiest
ideas
I
have
ever
had
in
an
emergency
.
I
really
believe
I
should
either
have
got
loose-headed
or
done
some
indiscreet
thing
.
But
there
,
locked
in
and
secure
from
all
interruptions
,
I
could
think
out
the
position
in
all
its
bearings
and
make
my
arrangements
at
leisure
.
