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as rigid and motionless as the lamp…post itself。 The tall hat and long frock coat were black; the face; in an abrupt shadow; was almost as dark。 Only a fringe of fiery hair against the light; and also something aggressive in the attitude; proclaimed that it was the poet Gregory。 He had something of the look of a masked bravo waiting sword in hand for his foe。

He made a sort of doubtful salute; which Syme somewhat more formally returned。

〃I was waiting for you;〃 said Gregory。 〃Might I have a moment's conversation?〃

〃Certainly。 About what?〃 asked Syme in a sort of weak wonder。

Gregory struck out with his stick at the lamp…post; and then at the tree。 〃About this and this;〃 he cried; 〃about order and anarchy。 There is your precious order; that lean; iron lamp; ugly and barren; and there is anarchy; rich; living; reproducing itselfthere is anarchy; splendid in green and gold。〃

〃All the same;〃 replied Syme patiently; 〃just at present you only see the tree by the light of the lamp。 I wonder when you would ever see the lamp by the light of the tree。〃 Then after a pause he said; 〃But may I ask if you have been standing out here in the dark only to resume our little argument?〃

〃No;〃 cried out Gregory; in a voice that rang down the street; 〃I did not stand here to resume our argument; but to end it for ever。〃

The silence fell again; and Syme; though he understood nothing; listened instinctively for something serious。 Gregory began in a smooth voice and with a rather bewildering smile。

〃Mr。 Syme;〃 he said; 〃this evening you succeeded in doing something rather remarkable。 You did something to me that no man born of woman has ever succeeded in doing before。〃

〃Indeed!〃

〃Now I remember;〃 resumed Gregory reflectively; 〃one other person succeeded in doing it。 The captain of a penny steamer (if I remember correctly) at Southend。 You have irritated me。〃

〃I am very sorry;〃 replied Syme with gravity。

〃I am afraid my fury and your insult are too shocking to be wiped out even with an apology;〃 said Gregory very calmly。 〃No duel could wipe it out。 If I struck you dead I could not wipe it out。 There is only one way by which that insult can be erased; and that way I choose。 I am going; at the possible sacrifice of my life and honour; to prove to you that you were wrong in what you said。〃

〃In what I said?〃

〃You said I was not serious about being an anarchist。〃

〃There are degrees of seriousness;〃 replied Syme。 〃I have never doubted that you were perfectly sincere in this sense; that you thought what you said well worth saying; that you thought a paradox might wake men up to a neglected truth。〃

Gregory stared at him steadily and painfully。

〃And in no other sense;〃 he asked; 〃you think me serious? You think me a flaneur who lets fall occasional truths。 You do not think that in a deeper; a more deadly sense; I am serious。〃

Syme struck his stick violently on the stones of the road。

〃Serious!〃 he cried。 〃Good Lord! is this street serious? Are these damned Chinese lanterns serious? Is the whole caboodle serious? One comes here and talks a pack of bosh; and perhaps some sense as well; but I should think very little of a man who didn't keep something in the background of his life that was more serious than all this talkingsomething more serious; whether it was religion or only drink。〃

〃Very well;〃 said Gregory; his face darkening; 〃you shall see something more serious than either drink or religion。〃

Syme stood waiting with his usual air of mildness until Gregory again opened his lips。

〃You spoke just now of having a religion。 Is it really true that you have one?〃

〃Oh;〃 said Syme with a beaming smile; 〃we are all Catholics now。〃

〃Then may I ask you to swear by whatever gods or saints your religion involves that you will not reveal what I am now going to tell you to any son of Adam; and especially not to the police? Will you swear that! If you will take upon yourself this awful abnegations if you will consent to burden your soul with a vow that you should never make and a knowledge you should never dream about; I will promise you in return〃

〃You will promise me in return?〃 inquired Syme; as the other paused。

〃I will promise you a very entertaining evening。〃 Syme suddenly took off his hat。

〃Your offer;〃 he said; 〃is far too idiotic to be declined。 You say that a poet is always an anarchist。 I disagree; but I hope at least that he is always a sportsman。 Permit me; here and now; to swear as a Christian; and promise as a good comrade and a fellow…artist; that I will not report anything of this; whatever it is; to the police。 And now; in the name of Colney Hatch; what is it?〃

〃I think;〃 said Gregory; with placid irrelevancy; 〃that we will call a cab。〃

He gave two long whistles; and a hansom came rattling down the road。 The two got into it in silence。 Gregory gave through the trap the address of an obscure public…house on the Chiswick bank of the river。 The cab whisked itself away again; and in it these two fantastics quitted their fantastic town。



CHAPTER II

THE SECRET OF GABRIEL SYME

THE cab pulled up before a particularly dreary and greasy beershop; into which Gregory rapidly conducted his companion。 They seated themselves in a close and dim sort of bar…parlour; at a stained wooden table with one wooden leg。 The room was so small and dark; that very little could be seen of the attendant who was summoned; beyond a vague and dark impression of something bulky and bearded。

〃Will you take a little supper?〃 asked Gregory politely。 〃The pate de foie gras is not good here; but I can recommend the game。〃

Syme received the remark with stolidity; imagining it to be a joke。 Accepting the vein of humour; he said; with a well…bred indifference

〃Oh; bring me some lobster mayonnaise。〃

To his indescribable astonishment; the man only said 〃Certainly; sir!〃 and went away apparently to get it。

〃What will you drink?〃 resumed Gregory; with the same careless yet apologetic air。 〃I shall only have a crepe de menthe myself; I have dined。 But the champagne can really be trusted。 Do let me start you with a half…bottle of Pommery at least?〃

〃Thank you!〃 said the motionless Syme。 〃You are very good。〃

His further attempts at conversation; somewhat disorganised in themselves; were cut short finally as by a thunderbolt by the actual appearance of the lobster。 Syme tasted it; and found it particularly good。 Then he suddenly began to eat with great rapidity and appetite。

〃Excuse me if I enjoy myself rather obviously!〃 he said to Gregory; smiling。 〃I don't often have the luck to have a dream like this。 It is new to me for a nightmare to lead to a lobster。 It is commonly the other way。〃

〃You are not asleep; I assure you;〃 said Gregory。 〃You are; on the contrary; close to the most actual and rousing moment of your existence。 Ah; here comes your champagne! I admit that there may be a slight disproportion; let us say; between the inner arrangements of this excellent hotel and its simple and unpretentious exterior。 But that is all our modesty。 We are the most modest men that ever lived on earth。〃

〃And who are we?〃 asked Syme; emptying his champagne glass。

〃It is quite simple;〃 replied Gregory。 〃We are the serious anarchists; in whom you do not believe。〃

〃Oh!〃 said Syme shortly。 〃You do yourselves well in drinks。〃

〃Yes; we are serious about everything;〃 answered Gregory。

Then after a pause he added

〃If in a few moments this table begins to turn round a little; don't put it down to your inroads into the champagne。 I don't wish you to do yourself an injustice。〃

〃Well; if I am not drunk; I am mad;〃 replied Syme with perfect calm; 〃but I trust I can behave like a gentleman in either condition。 May I smoke?〃

〃Certainly!〃 said Gregory; producing a cigar…case。 〃Try one of mine。〃

Syme took the cigar; clipped the end off with a cigar…cutter out of his waistcoat pocket; put it in his mouth; lit it slowly; and let out a long cloud of smoke。 It is not a little to his credit that he performed these rites with so much composure; for almost before he had begun them the table at which he sat had begun to revolve; first slowly; and then rapidly; as if at an insane seance。

〃You must not mind it;〃 said Gregory; 〃it's a kind of screw。〃

〃Quite so;〃 said Syme placidly; 〃a kind of screw。 How simple that is!〃

The next moment the smoke of his cigar; which had been wavering across the room in snaky twists; went straight up as if from a factory chimney; and the two; with their chairs and table; shot down through the floor as if the earth had swallowed them。 They went rattling down a kind of roaring chimney as rapidly as a lift cut loose; and they came with an abrupt bump to the bottom。 But when Gregory threw open a pair of doors and let in a red subterranean light; Syme was still smoking with one leg thrown over the other; and had not turned a yellow hair。

Gregory led him down a low; vaulted passage; at the end of which was the red light。 It was an enormous crimson lantern; nearly as big as a fireplace; fixed over a small but heavy iron door。 In the door there was a sort of hatchway or grating; and on this Gregory struck five times。 A heavy voice with a foreign accent asked him who h

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