furi-
ously. He pitched out of his chair and on to the carpet.
Thefirstobjectwhichtheraytouchedwasthetelephone;an dnext
beyonditamedicaldictionary;beyondthatagainthegrate inwhicha
fire was laid.
My God!
groaned Stuart—"what is it!"
Anintensecracklingsounddeafenedhimandtheairofthero om
seemedtohavebecomehotasthatofanoven.Therecameaseri esof
dullreports—anuncannywailing…andtheneedle-rayvanished.A
monstrousshadowmoon-castwhichhadlainacrossthecarpetofthe
lawn—the shadow of a cowled man—vanished also.
Clutchingthesideofhisheadwhichthrobbedandtingledas though
fromtheblowofanopenhandStuartstruggledtohisfeet.Th erewas
smokeintheroomasmellofburningandoffusingmetal.Hegl aredat
the table madly.
The mouthpiece of the telephone had vanished!
My God!
he groaned againand clutched at the back of the chair.
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Hisdictionarywassmoulderingslowly.Ithadaneatroundh olesome
threeinchesindiameterboredcompletelythroughcoverto cover!The
fire in the grate was flaring up the chimney!
Heheardthepurrofamotorinthelanebesidethehouse.Ther oom
wasladenwithsuffocatingfumes.Stuartstoodclutchingt hechairand
striving to retain composure—sanity. The car moved out of the lane.
Someonewasrunningtowardstheyilai：
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