I’vethoughtofathing。”Hewhiskedout，leavingmetoexaminethisnuclearspotatleisurewhilehisvoicebecamedictatorialwithout。Thedenstruckmeasinitslargegreydirtywayquiteunprecedentedandextraordinary。ThebottleswerealllabelledsimplyA，B，C，andsoforth，andthatdearoldapparatusabove，seenfromthisside，wasevenmorepatiently“ontheshelf“thanwhenithadbeenusedtoimpressWimblehurst。Isawnothingforitbuttositdowninthechairandawaitmyuncle’sexplanations。Iremarkedafrock-coatwithsatinlapelsbehindthedoor；therewasadignifiedumbrellainthecornerandaclothes-brushandahat-brushstoodonaside-table。Myunclereturnedinfiveminuteslookingathiswatch——agoldwatch——
“Gettin’lunch-time，George。”hesaid。“You’dbettercomeandhavelunchwithme！”
“How’sAuntSusan？”Iasked。
“Exuberant。Neversawhersolarky。Thishasbuckedherupsomethingwonderful——allthis。”
“Allwhat？”