"Look!"
He indicated the house as he spoke. The small figure of Locke was seen
emerging at the front door; he paused for a moment, peering this way
and that in his near-sighted fashion, then hastily made his way toward
the work-shop. Evidently he had not seen them.
With great labor and much catching of breath Dr. Mercer had turned
sufficiently to see these things. He seemed greatly astonished.
"He was there all the time," said he. "It is not possible that he did
not feel the vibrations of the buzzer, for he is very sensitive to
such things."
His indignation appeared to swell him to even greater proportions
than before.
"It is an affront," he stated in a choked tone. "It is a deliberate
affront. He felt the buzzer, and he knew it was I. But he did not
consider me of enough importance to trouble himself about."
Panting he sought to turn the small horse, but in a moment Ashton-Kirk
was out in the road and had the animal by the head.
"I beg your pardon," said the investigator, "but it would probably be
more beneficial to yourself and others, if you continued your drive
and left Professor Locke to us."
Amazed beyond ability to stir, the doctor sat and stared. But finally
he found his tongue.
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