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"Well, well," he said, looking at it half angrily, "if it is to be, it must be." WELL WELL HE SAID LOOKING AT IT HALF ANGRILY IF IT IS TO BE IT MUST BE
ame, and yet it is standing in just the same place as that other thing--and I remember that, too. Look here, Franklin Marmion, my friend, if you were not a rather over-worked man I should think you had had a good deal too much to drink. Two bodies _cannot_ occupy the same space. It is ridiculous, impossible!" As he said the last word, his voice rose a little, and, as it seemed, an echo came back from one of the corners of the room: "Impossible, impossible?" There seemed to be a sarcastic note of interrogation after the last word. "Eh? What was that?" and he looked round at the mummy-case. Her long-dead Majesty was still reclining in it, silent and impassive. "Oh, this won't do at all! Hartley and the fourth dimension be hanged! It strikes me that this way madness lies if you only go far enough. I'll have that night-cap at once and go to bed." He put out his hand, took hold of the whisky decanter, and as he drew back his arm he saw that instead he held the enamelled flagon in his grasp. ING HIS HAND TO HIS HEAD THE DECANTER IS MINE IT IS THE SAME AND YET STANDING IN JUST THE SAME PLACE AS THE OTHER THING AND I REMEMBER THAT TOO LOOK HERE FRANKLIN MARMION MY FRIEND IF YOU WERE NOT A RATHER OVERWORKED MAN I SHOULD THINK YOU HAD HAD A GOOD DEAL TOO MUCH TO DRINK TWO BODIES CANNOT OCCUPY THE SAME SPACE IT IS RIDICULOUS IMPOSSIBLE AS HE SAID THE LAST WORD HIS VOICE ROSE A LITTLE AND AS IT SEEMED AN ECHO CAME FROM ONE OF THE CORNERS OF THE ROOM IMPOSSIBLE IMPOSSIBLE THERE SEEMED TO BE A SARCASTIC NOTE OF INTERROGATION AFTER THE LAST WORD EH WHAT WAS THAT AS HE LOOKED AROUND AT THE MUMMY CASE HER LONG DEAD MAJESTY WAS STILL RECLINING IN IT SILENT AND IMPASSIVE OH THIS WON'T DO AT ALL HARTLY IN THE FOURTH DIMENSION BE HANGED IT STRIKES ME THAT THIS WAY MADNESS LIES IF YOU ONLY GO FAR ENOUGH I'LL HAVE THAT NIGHT CAP AND AT ONCE GO TO BED HE PUT OUT HIS HAND TOOK HOLD OF THE WHISKY DECANTER AND AS HE DREW BACK HIS ARM HE SAW THAT INSTEAD HE HELD THE ENAMELED FLAGON IN HIS GRASP
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