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           ’IhopeIhavesaidnothingtooffendyou,’headded,inatoneofdislike.

           ’Nothingatall,SirClifford!Doyouwantmetopushthatchair?’

           ’Ifyouplease.’

           Themansteppeduptoit:butthistimeitwaswithouteffect.Thebrakewasjammed.Theypokedandpulled,andthekeepertookoffhisgunandhiscoatoncemore.AndnowCliffordsaidneveraword.Atlastthekeeperheavedthebackofthechairoffthegroundand,withaninstantaneouspushofhisfoot,triedtoloosenthewheels.Hefailed,thechairsank.Cliffordwasclutchingthesides.Themangaspedwiththeweight.

           ’Don’tdoit!’criedConnietohim.

           ’Ifyou’llpullthewheelthatway,so!’hesaidtoher,showingherhow.

           ’No!Youmustn’tliftit!You’llstrainyourself,’shesaid,flushednowwithanger.

           Buthelookedintohereyesandnodded.Andshehadtogoandtakeholdofthewheel,ready.Heheavedandshetugged,andthechairreeled.

           ’ForGod’ssake!’criedCliffordinterror.

           Butitwasallright,andthebrakewasoff.Thekeeperputastoneunderthewheel,andwenttositonthebank,hisheartbeatandhisfacewhitewiththeeffort,semi-conscious.

           Connielookedathim,andalmostcriedwithanger.Therewasapauseandadeadsilence.Shesawhishandstremblingonhisthighs.

           ’Haveyouhurtyourself?’sheasked,goingtohim.

           ’No.No!’Heturnedawayalmostangrily.

           Therewasdeadsilence.ThebackofClifford’sfairheaddidnotmove.Eventhedogstoodmotionless.Theskyhadcloudedover.

           Atlasthesighed,andblewhisnoseonhisredhandkerchief.