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"
Something
moved
me
to
turn
back
and
talk
to
her
.
She
was
a
very
ordinary
person
.
"
It
was
all
like
a
dream
,
that
visit
to
the
old
places
.
I
did
not
feel
then
that
I
was
lonely
,
that
I
had
come
out
from
the
world
into
a
desolate
place
.
I
appreciated
my
loss
of
sympathy
,
but
I
put
it
down
to
the
general
inanity
of
things
.
Re-entering
my
room
seemed
like
the
recovery
of
reality
.
There
were
the
things
I
knew
and
loved
.
There
stood
the
apparatus
,
the
experiments
arranged
and
waiting
.
And
now
there
was
scarcely
a
difficulty
left
,
beyond
the
planning
of
details
.
"
I
will
tell
you
,
Kemp
,
sooner
or
later
,
all
the
complicated
processes
.
We
need
not
go
into
that
now
.
For
the
most
part
,
saving
certain
gaps
I
chose
to
remember
,
they
are
written
in
cypher
in
those
books
that
tramp
has
hidden
.
We
must
hunt
him
down
.
We
must
get
those
books
again
.
But
the
essential
phase
was
to
place
the
transparent
object
whose
refractive
index
was
to
be
lowered
between
two
radiating
centres
of
a
sort
of
ethereal
vibration
,
of
which
I
will
tell
you
more
fully
later
.
No
,
not
those
Röntgen
vibrations
--
I
do
n't
know
that
these
others
of
mine
have
been
described
.
Yet
they
are
obvious
enough
.
I
needed
two
little
dynamos
,
and
these
I
worked
with
a
cheap
gas
engine
.
My
first
experiment
was
with
a
bit
of
white
wool
fabric
.
It
was
the
strangest
thing
in
the
world
to
see
it
in
the
flicker
of
the
flashes
soft
and
white
,
and
then
to
watch
it
fade
like
a
wreath
of
smoke
and
vanish
.
"
I
could
scarcely
believe
I
had
done
it
.
I
put
my
hand
into
the
emptiness
,
and
there
was
the
thing
as
solid
as
ever
.
I
felt
it
awkwardly
,
and
threw
it
on
the
floor
.
I
had
a
little
trouble
finding
it
again
.
"
And
then
came
a
curious
experience
.
I
heard
a
miaow
behind
me
,
and
turning
,
saw
a
lean
white
cat
,
very
dirty
,
on
the
cistern
cover
outside
the
window
.
A
thought
came
into
my
head
.
'
Everything
ready
for
you
,
'
I
said
,
and
went
to
the
window
,
opened
it
,
and
called
softly
.
She
came
in
,
purring
--
the
poor
beast
was
starving
--
and
I
gave
her
some
milk
.
All
my
food
was
in
a
cupboard
in
the
corner
of
the
room
.
After
that
she
went
smelling
round
the
room
,
evidently
with
the
idea
of
making
herself
at
home
.
The
invisible
rag
upset
her
a
bit
;
you
should
have
seen
her
spit
at
it
!
But
I
made
her
comfortable
on
the
pillow
of
my
truckle-bed
.
And
I
gave
her
butter
to
get
her
to
wash
.
"
"
And
you
processed
her
?
"
"
I
processed
her
.
But
giving
drugs
to
a
cat
is
no
joke
,
Kemp
!
And
the
process
failed
.
"
"
Failed
!
"
"
In
two
particulars
.
These
were
the
claws
and
the
pigment
stuff
,
what
is
it
?
--
at
the
back
of
the
eye
in
a
cat
.
You
know
?
"
