"It's the sun and the moon and the stars, all acting together on
an empty stomach. Do you know anything about the stars, Mr.
Beverley? Do you know anything about Orion's Belt, for instance?
And why isn't there a star called Beverley's Belt? Or a novel?
Said he masticating. Re-enter W. Beverley through trap-door."
"Talking about trap-doors--"
"Don't," said Antony, getting up. "Some talk of Alexander and
some of Hercules, but nobody talks about--what's the Latin for
trap-door?--Mensa a table; you might get it from that. Well, Mr.
Beverley,"--and he slapped him heartily on the back as he went
past him--"I shall see you later. Cayley says that you will
amuse me, but so far you have not made me laugh once. You must
try and be more amusing when you have finished your breakfast.
But don't hurry. Let the upper mandibles have time to do the
work." With those words Mr. Gillingham then left the spacious
apartment.
Bill continued his breakfast with a slightly bewildered air. He
did not know that Cayley was smoking a cigarette outside the
windows behind him; not listening, perhaps; possibly not even
overhearing; but within sight of Antony, who was not going to
take any risks.
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