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'I don't recognize it。'
The splish…splash of the oars echoed about the vast cavern； eventually losing itself in the endless silence of the pit。
'How do you know which way we're going？'
Soap pointed to his luminous watch。 'Lodestone；' he said informatively。
'Oh； that lad。'
'There；' said Soap suddenly。 'Dead ahead； land ho。'
Before them in the distance an island loomed and as they drew nearer； the makings of a mausoleum wrought in marble； very much after the style of the Albert Memorial； made itself apparent。
'What is it？' Omally asked。 'King Arthur's tomb； don't tell me。' Soap tapped at his all but transparent nose。 The coracle beached upon the shoreline and Soap stepped out to secure it to a frescoed pillar。 The two inebriate sub…earth travellers shrugged and followed the pale man as he strode forward。 'It was never like this for Jerome K Jerome；' said Pooley。
The strange edifice was； if anything； a work of inspiration。 Marble pilasters； cunningly wrought with carved tracery…work； soared upwards to dwindle into a high…domed ceiling which glittered with golden mosaic。 Above； tapering gothic spires lost themselves in the darkness。
'Here it is；' said Soap。 The two wonderers halted in their tracks。 In the very centre of this Victorian folly stood something so totally out of place as to take the breath from their lungs。 It was a cylinder of bright sparkling metal； but it was of no metal that any man of Earth had yet seen。 It glistened with an oily sheen and swam through a spectrum of colours； reflecting mirror…like。 A broad panel of what might have been glass； but probably was not； lay set into a section of the cylinder's apparent lid； and it was over this that the three visitors to this sunken marvel craned their necks。
'Strike me down；' said Jim Pooley。
'By Michael and the other lads；' said John Omally。
'Good； eh？' said Soap Distant。
'But who is he？'
Beneath the glazed panel； reclining upon satin cushioning； his head upon a linen pillow； lay the body of a man。 He was of indeterminate age； his hair jet…black and bed away behind his ears。 He had high cheek…bones and a great hawk of a nose。 The face bore an indefinable grandeur； one of ancient aristocracy。 From what was immediately visible； he appeared to be wearing a high wing…collared shirt； dark tie affixed with a crested stud； and a silken dressing…gown。
'He seems； almost； well； alive；' said Omally。
Soap pointed towards the gowned chest； and it could be clearly observed that it slowly rose and fell。 'Indubitably；' said he。
'But this thing？ Who built it and why？'
'Best thing is to up the lid and ask him。'
Pooley had more than a few doubts upon this score。 'He looks pretty peaceful to me；' he said。 'Best to leave him alone。 No business of ours this。'
'I think somehow that it is；' said Soap； and his tone left little doubt that he did。
'This thing doesn't belong；' said Omally。 'It is all wrong。 Victorian mausoleum all well and good； but this？ This is no product of our age even。'
'Herein lies the mystery；' said Soap。 'Give us a hand then； thirty quid for a quick heave。'
Pooley shook his head so vigorously that it made him more dizzy than he already was。 'I think not； Soap。 We are tampering with something which is none of our business。 Only sorrow will e out of it； mark my words。 〃He that diggeth a pit will fall。。。〃'
'I know all that；' said Soap。 'Kindly take hold of the top end。 I had it giving a little。'
'Not me；' said Jim； folding his arms。
'Jim；' said John。 'Do you know the way back？'
'That way。' Pooley pointed variously about。
'I see。 And do you think that Soap will guide us if we do not assist him？'
'Well； I。。。'
'Top end；' said Soap。 'I had it giving a little。'
The three men applied themselves to the lid of the glistening cylinder； and amidst much grunting； puffing； and cursing； there was a sharp click； a sudden rushing of air； and a metallic clang as the object of their efforts tumbled aside to fall upon the marble flooring of the outré construction。 Three faces appeared once more over the rim of the metal sarcophagus。
The gaunt man lay corpse…like but for his gently…heaving chest； his face was placid and without expression。 Then suddenly the eyelids snapped wide； the lips opened to draw in a great gulp of air and the chest rose higher than before。 A cry arose from his mouth and three faces ducked away to reappear as a trinity of Chads； noses crooked above the coffin's edge。 The occupant stretched up his arms and yawned loudly。 His eyes flickered wildly about。 He snatched at the coffin's side； and drew himself up。
He caught sight of the three now…cowering men； and a look of perplexity clouded his face。 'What year is this？' he demanded。
Omally volunteered the information。
'Too early； you have broken the seal。'
'Told you；' said Jim。 'Leave well enough alone I said。 But does anybody ever listen to me； do they。。。 ？'
'Shut up；' said Soap； 'and kindly give me a hand。' With the aid of Omally he helped the bemused…looking man in the dressing…gown up from the steely cylinder and into the upright position。 'Are you feeling yourself now？' The tall man； as now he revealed himself to be； did not reply； but simply stood stretching his limbs and shaking his head。 'e quickly now；' said Soap。 'We must take him at once to Professor Slobe。'
The journey back was to say the very least uneventful。 The gaunt man in the dressing…gown sat staring into space while Omally； under Soap's direction； applied himself to the oars。 Pooley； who had by now given up the ghost； slept soundly； his dreams full of six…horse accumulators ing up at stupendous odds and rocketing him into the super…dooper tax bracket。 Of a sudden； these dreams dissolved as Omally dug him firmly in the ribs and said； 'We are going up。'
They made a strange procession through Brentford's night…time streets。 The pale ghost of a man； now once more clad in a cloak and hood； leading a striking figure in a silk dressing…gown； and followed by two stumbling； drunken bums。 Vile Tony Watkins who ran the Nocturnal Street Cleaning truck watched them pass； and a few swear words of his own invention slipped from between his dumb lips。
As the four men entered the sweeping tree…lined drive which swept into the Butts Estate； one lone light glowed in the distance； shining from Professor Slobe's ever…open French windows。
The odd party finally paused before the Professor's garden door and Omally pressed his hand to the bolt。 Through the open windows all could view the venerable scholar as he bent low over the manuscripts and priceless books。 As they drew nearer he set his quill pen aside and turned to greet them。
'So；' said he； rising with difficulty from his leather chair。 'Visitors at such a late hour。 And to what do I owe the pleasure？'
'Sorry to interrupt your work；' said Omally； who was now at the vanguard。 'But we have； well； how shall I put it。。。 ？'
The tall man in the dressing…gown thrust his way past Omally and stood framed in the doorway。 A broad smile suddenly broke out upon his bleak countenance。 'Professor；' said he。 'We meet again。'
'My word；' said the other。 'This is a most pleasant if unexpected surprise。'
The tall man stepped forward and wrung the ancient's hand between his own。
'You mean you know who he is？' asked Omally incredulously。 Pooley was supporting himself upon the door…frame。
'Have you not been formally introduced？' enquired the Professor。 Omally shook his head。
'Then allow me to do the honours。 Soap Distant； John Omally； Jim Pooley； gentlemen； it is my pleasure to present Mr Sherlock Holmes； formerly of 221b Baker Street。'
'Your servant；' said that very man。
9
Professor Slobe closed and bolted the long shutters upon his French windows。 When his guests had seated themselves； he moved amongst them； distributing drinks and cigarettes。 Sherlock Holmes lounged in a high leather…backed fireside chair and accepted a Turkish cigarette。 'My thanks； Professor；' said he。 'I see that you still favour the same brand。'
The Professor smiled and seated himself。 'I think that we have much to speak of； Sherlock。 Your arrival here； although bringing me untold joy at the pleasure of meeting once