He removed his glasses and wiped them carefully.

"It is another instance," he generalised, "of the thing that is

continually happening. We--if indeed I may presume to the

adjective--scientific men--we work of course always for a theoretical

result--a purely theoretical result. But, incidentally, we do set forces

in operation--new forces. We mustn't control them--and nobody else

can. Practically, Redwood, the thing is out of our hands. We supply

the material--"

And they," said Redwood, turning to the window, "get the experience."

So far as this trouble down in Kent goes I am not disposed to worry

further."

"Unless they worry us."

Exactly. And if they like to muddle about with solicitors and

pettifoggers and legal obstructions and weighty considerations of the

tomfool order, until they have got a number of new gigantic species of

vermin well established--Things always have been in a muddle,

Redwood."

Redwood traced a twisted, tangled line in the air.

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