He turned, and Howard’s face was white. “Come back,” he heard. “They will stop the ways. The whole city will be in confusion.”

“No, no,” cried Howard, still gripping his arm. “This way. You must go this way.” And the men in red following them seemed ready to enforce his orders.

“Thi Man huwdbi Kin” forced itself on him as “The Man who would be King.”

“We want to speak to you, Sire,” said the intruder. “We want—I can’t hold the thing. We have been trying to find a way to you—these three days.”

Abruptly the flare was extinguished and the ways were an inky darkness once more, a tumultuous mystery.

“Dark and damnable,” said the old man suddenly. “Dark and damnable. Turned out of my room among all these dangers.”

“Yes,” he cried. “It is you. And you are not dead!”

Graham hesitated, and then walked forward to where the broken verge of wall dropped sheer. He stood looking down, a lonely, tall, black figure against the sky.

He turned his eyes to the scene immediately before him again, trying to conceive the big factories of that intricate maze....

“The King doesn’t belong. They had to expel him. It’s the Stuart blood, I suppose; but really—”

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“There is, I believe,” said Lincoln. “But for you—! If you would like to occupy yourself with that, we can make you a sworn aeronaut to-morrow.”

She looked at him with a face of hesitation. She spoke with an effort. “You forget,” she said, drawing a deep breath.

“Yet,” said Graham, “there is something resists, something you are holding down—something that stirs and presses.”

“Don’t ask questions here,” said Asano, “or you will be involved in an argument.”

“She might have done better with herself than that,” said Asano.

Graham was the first to speak. His voice was loud and dictatorial. “What is this I hear?” he asked. “Are you bringing negroes here—to keep the people down?”

“This is the girl who told us what Ostrog had done,” he said.

“To fight—yes. To fight in the air. I have thought before—. A big aeroplane is a clumsy thing. A resolute man—!”

Although he could not look at it, he was suddenly aware that the earth was very near.