![]() The book had been published at Detroit by the Society for the Propagation of Fordian Knowledge. ![]() On the table under the window lay a massive volume bound in limp black leather-surrogate, and stamped with large golden T's. The Savage meanwhile wandered restlessly round the room, peering with a vague superficial inquisitiveness at the books in the shelves, at the sound-track rolls and reading machine bobbins in their numbered pigeon-holes. But Bernard would not be cheered without answering, without even looking at Helmholtz, he went and sat down on the most uncomfortable chair in the room, carefully chosen in the obscure hope of somehow deprecating the wrath of the higher powers. "Cheer up, Bernard," he added, catching sight of his friend's green unhappy face. "It's more like a caffeine-solution party than a trial," he said, and let himself fall into the most luxurious of the pneumatic arm-chairs. "His fordship will be down in a moment." The Gamma butler left them to themselves. THE ROOM into which the three were ushered was the Controller's study. ![]()
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