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Chapter 1 — Mr. Bedford Meets Mr. Cavor at Lympne

           Butwhatwasityouwantedtospeaktomeabout?”

           “Why,this!”

           “This?”

           “Yes.Whydoyoudoit?Everynightyoucomemakinganoise—”

           “Makinganoise?”

           “Likethis.”Iimitatedhisbuzzingnoise.Helookedatme,anditwasevidentthebuzzingawakeneddistaste.“DoIdothat?”heasked.

           “Everyblessedevening.”

           “Ihadnoidea.”

           Hestoppeddead.Heregardedmegravely.“Canitbe,”hesaid,“thatIhaveformedaHabit?”

           “Well,itlookslikeit.Doesn’tit?”

           Hepulleddownhislowerlipbetweenfingerandthumb.Heregardedapuddleathisfeet.

           “Mymindismuchoccupied,”hesaid.“Andyouwanttoknowwhy!Well,sir,IcanassureyouthatnotonlydoInotknowwhyIdothesethings,butIdidnotevenknowIdidthem.Cometothink,itisjustasyousay;Ineverhavebeenbeyondthatfield....Andthesethingsannoyyou?”

           ForsomereasonIwasbeginningtorelenttowardshim.“Notannoy,”Isaid.“But—imagineyourselfwritingaplay!”

           “Icouldn’t.”

           “Well,anythingthatneedsconcentration.”

           “Ah!”hesaid,“ofcourse,”andmeditated.Hisexpressionbecamesoeloquentofdistress,thatIrelentedstillmore.Afterall,thereisatouchofaggressionindemandingofamanyoudon’tknowwhyhehumsonapublicfootpath.

           “Yousee,”hesaidweakly,“it’sahabit.”

           “Oh,Irecognisethat.”

           “Imuststopit.”

           “Butnotifitputsyouout.Afterall,Ihadnobusiness—it’ssomethingofaliberty.”

           “Notatall,sir,”hesaid,“notatall.Iamgreatlyindebtedtoyou.Ishouldguardmyselfagainstthesethings.

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