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Of
course
,
it
was
quite
clear
to
me
what
had
happened
to
the
boy
.
He
had
crawled
into
the
sphere
,
meddled
with
the
studs
,
shut
the
Cavorite
windows
,
and
gone
up
.
It
was
highly
improbable
he
had
screwed
the
manhole
stopper
,
and
,
even
if
he
had
,
the
chances
were
a
thousand
to
one
against
his
getting
back
.
It
was
fairly
evident
that
he
would
gravitate
with
my
bales
to
somewhere
near
the
middle
of
the
sphere
and
remain
there
,
and
so
cease
to
be
a
legitimate
terrestrial
interest
,
however
remarkable
he
might
seem
to
the
inhabitants
of
some
remote
quarter
of
space
.
I
very
speedily
convinced
myself
on
that
point
.
And
as
for
any
responsibility
I
might
have
in
the
matter
,
the
more
I
reflected
upon
that
,
the
clearer
it
became
that
if
only
I
kept
quiet
about
things
,
I
need
not
trouble
myself
about
that
.
If
I
was
faced
by
sorrowing
parents
demanding
their
lost
boy
,
I
had
merely
to
demand
my
lost
sphere
--
or
ask
them
what
they
meant
.
At
first
I
had
had
a
vision
of
weeping
parents
and
guardians
,
and
all
sorts
of
complications
;
but
now
I
saw
that
I
simply
had
to
keep
my
mouth
shut
,
and
nothing
in
that
way
could
arise
.
And
,
indeed
,
the
more
I
lay
and
smoked
and
thought
,
the
more
evident
became
the
wisdom
of
impenetrability
.
It
is
within
the
right
of
every
British
citizen
,
provided
he
does
not
commit
damage
nor
indecorum
,
to
appear
suddenly
wherever
he
pleases
,
and
as
ragged
and
filthy
as
he
pleases
,
and
with
whatever
amount
of
virgin
gold
he
sees
fit
to
encumber
himself
,
and
no
one
has
any
right
at
all
to
hinder
and
detain
him
in
this
procedure
.
I
formulated
that
at
last
to
myself
,
and
repeated
it
over
as
a
sort
of
private
Magna
Charta
of
my
liberty
.
Once
I
had
put
that
issue
on
one
side
,
I
could
take
up
and
consider
in
an
equable
manner
certain
considerations
I
had
scarcely
dared
to
think
of
before
,
namely
,
those
arising
out
of
the
circumstances
of
my
bankruptcy
.
But
now
,
looking
at
this
matter
calmly
and
at
leisure
,
I
could
see
that
if
only
I
suppressed
my
identity
by
a
temporary
assumption
of
some
less
well-known
name
,
and
if
I
retained
the
two
months
'
beard
that
had
grown
upon
me
,
the
risks
of
any
annoyance
from
the
spiteful
creditor
to
whom
I
have
already
alluded
became
very
small
indeed
.
From
that
to
a
definite
course
of
rational
worldly
action
was
plain
sailing
.
It
was
all
amazingly
petty
,
no
doubt
,
but
what
was
there
remaining
for
me
to
do
?
Whatever
I
did
I
was
resolved
that
I
would
keep
myself
level
and
right
side
up
.
I
ordered
up
writing
materials
,
and
addressed
a
letter
to
the
New
Romney
Bank
--
the
nearest
,
the
waiter
informed
me
--
telling
the
manager
I
wished
to
open
an
account
with
him
,
and
requesting
him
to
send
two
trustworthy
persons
properly
authenticated
in
a
cab
with
a
good
horse
to
fetch
some
hundredweight
of
gold
with
which
I
happened
to
be
encumbered
.
I
signed
the
letter
"
Blake
,
"
which
seemed
to
me
to
be
a
thoroughly
respectable
sort
of
name
.
This
done
,
I
got
a
Folkstone
Blue
Book
,
picked
out
an
outfitter
,
and
asked
him
to
send
a
cutter
to
measure
me
for
a
dark
tweed
suit
,
ordering
at
the
same
time
a
valise
,
dressing
bag
,
brown
boots
,
shirts
,
hat
(
to
fit
)
,
and
so
forth
;
and
from
a
watchmaker
I
also
ordered
a
watch
.
And
these
letters
being
despatched
,
I
had
up
as
good
a
lunch
as
the
hotel
could
give
,
and
then
lay
smoking
a
cigar
,
as
calm
and
ordinary
as
possible
,
until
in
accordance
with
my
instructions
two
duly
authenticated
clerks
came
from
the
bank
and
weighed
and
took
away
my
gold
.
After
which
I
pulled
the
clothes
over
my
ears
in
order
to
drown
any
knocking
,
and
went
very
comfortably
to
sleep
.
I
went
to
sleep
.
No
doubt
it
was
a
prosaic
thing
for
the
first
man
back
from
the
moon
to
do
,
and
I
can
imagine
that
the
young
and
imaginative
reader
will
find
my
behaviour
disappointing
.
But
I
was
horribly
fatigued
and
bothered
,
and
,
confound
it
!
what
else
was
there
to
do
?
There
certainly
was
not
the
remotest
chance
of
my
being
believed
,
if
I
had
told
my
story
then
,
and
it
would
certainly
have
subjected
me
to
intolerable
annoyances
.
I
went
to
sleep
.
When
at
last
I
woke
up
again
I
was
ready
to
face
the
world
as
I
have
always
been
accustomed
to
face
it
since
I
came
to
years
of
discretion
.
And
so
I
got
away
to
Italy
,
and
there
it
is
I
am
writing
this
story
.
If
the
world
will
not
have
it
as
fact
,
then
the
world
may
take
it
as
fiction
.
It
is
no
concern
of
mine
.
And
now
that
the
account
is
finished
,
I
am
amazed
to
think
how
completely
this
adventure
is
gone
and
done
with
.
Everybody
believes
that
Cavor
was
a
not
very
brilliant
scientific
experimenter
who
blew
up
his
house
and
himself
at
Lympne
,
and
they
explain
the
bang
that
followed
my
arrival
at
Littlestone
by
a
reference
to
the
experiments
with
explosives
that
are
going
on
continually
at
the
government
establishment
of
Lydd
,
two
miles
away
.
I
must
confess
that
hitherto
I
have
not
acknowledged
my
share
in
the
disappearance
of
Master
Tommy
Simmons
,
which
was
that
little
boy
's
name
.
That
,
perhaps
,
may
prove
a
difficult
item
of
corroboration
to
explain
away
.
