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Bernard
turned
with
an
expression
of
indignant
innocence
.
Escaping
?
He
hadn
’
t
dreamed
of
such
a
thing
.
"
Though
what
on
earth
you
want
me
for
,
"
he
said
to
the
Sergeant
,
"
I
really
can
’
t
imagine
.
"
"
You
’
re
a
friend
of
the
prisoner
’
s
,
aren
’
t
you
?
"
"
Well
.
.
.
"
said
Bernard
,
and
hesitated
.
No
,
he
really
couldn
’
t
deny
it
.
"
Why
shouldn
’
t
I
be
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Come
on
then
,
"
said
the
Sergeant
,
and
led
the
way
towards
the
door
and
the
waiting
police
car
.
The
room
into
which
the
three
were
ushered
was
the
Controller
’
s
study
.
"
His
fordship
will
be
down
in
a
moment
.
"
The
Gamma
butler
left
them
to
themselves
.
Helmholtz
laughed
aloud
.
"
It
’
s
more
like
a
caffeine
-
solution
party
than
a
trial
,
"
he
said
,
and
let
himself
fall
into
the
most
luxurious
of
the
pneumatic
arm
-
chairs
.
"
Cheer
up
,
Bernard
,
"
he
added
,
catching
sight
of
his
friend
’
s
green
unhappy
face
.
But
Bernard
would
not
be
cheered
;
without
answering
,
without
even
looking
at
Helmholtz
,
he
went
and
sat
down
on
the
most
uncomfortable
chair
in
the
room
,
carefully
chosen
in
the
obscure
hope
of
somehow
deprecating
the
wrath
of
the
higher
powers
.
The
Savage
meanwhile
wandered
restlessly
round
the
room
,
peering
with
a
vague
superficial
inquisitiveness
at
the
books
in
the
shelves
,
at
the
sound
-
track
rolls
and
reading
machine
bobbins
in
their
numbered
pigeon
-
holes
.
On
the
table
under
the
window
lay
a
massive
volume
bound
in
limp
black
leather
-
surrogate
,
and
stamped
with
large
golden
T
’
s
.
He
picked
it
up
and
opened
it
.
MY
LIFE
AND
WORK
,
BY
OUR
FORD
.
The
book
had
been
published
at
Detroit
by
the
Society
for
the
Propagation
of
Fordian
Knowledge
.
Idly
he
turned
the
pages
,
read
a
sentence
here
,
a
paragraph
there
,
and
had
just
come
to
the
conclusion
that
the
book
didn
’
t
interest
him
,
when
the
door
opened
,
and
the
Resident
World
Controller
for
Western
Europe
walked
briskly
into
the
room
.
Mustapha
Mond
shook
hands
with
all
three
of
them
;
but
it
was
to
the
Savage
that
he
addressed
himself
.
"
So
you
don
’
t
much
like
civilization
,
Mr
.
Savage
,
"
he
said
.
