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Maskull took the lens in his hand, struggled with it for a minute, and then looked at Krag in amazement. The little object weighed at least twenty pounds, though it was not much bigger than a crown piece.
โWhat stuff can this be, Krag?โ
โLook through it, my good friend. Thatโs what I gave it to you for.โ
Maskull held it up with difficulty, directed it toward the gleaming Arcturus, and snatched as long and as steady a glance at the star as the muscles of his arm would permit. What he saw was this. The star, which to the naked eye appeared as a single yellow point of light, now became clearly split into two bright but minute suns, the larger of which was still yellow, while its smaller companion was a beautiful blue. But this was not all. Apparently circulating around the yellow sun was a comparatively small and hardly distinguishable satellite, which seemed to shine, not by its own, but by reflected light.... Maskull lowered and raised his arm repeatedly. The same spectacle revealed itself again and again, but he was able to see nothing else. Then he passed back the lens to Krag, without a word, and stood chewing his underlip.
โYou take a glimpse too,โ scraped Krag, proffering the glass to Nightspore.
Nightspore turned his back and began to pace up and down. Krag laughed sardonically, and returned the lens to his pocket. โWell, Maskull, are you satisfied?โ
โArcturus, then, is a double sun. And is that third point the planet Tormance?โ
โOur future home, Maskull.โ
Maskull continued to ponder. โYou inquire if I am satisfied. I donโt know, Krag. Itโs miraculous, and thatโs all I can say about it.... But Iโm satisfied of one thing. There must be very wonderful astronomers at Starkness and if you invite me to your observatory I will surely come.โ
โI do invite you. We set off from there.โ
โAnd you, Nightspore?โ demanded Maskull.
โThe journey has to be made,โ answered his friend in indistinct tones, โthough I donโt see what will come of it.โ
Krag shot a penetrating glance at him. โMore remarkable adventures than this would need to be arranged before we could excite Nightspore.โ
โYet he is coming.โ
โBut not con amore. He is coming merely to bear you company.โ
Maskull again sought the heavy, sombre star, gleaming in solitary might, in the south-eastern heavens, and, as he gazed, his heart swelled with grand and painful longings, for which, however, he was unable to account to his own intellect. He felt that his destiny was in some way bound up with this gigantic, far-distant sun. But still he did not dare to admit to himself Kragโs seriousness.
He heard his parting remarks in deep abstraction, and only after the lapse of several minutes, when, alone with Nightspore, did he realise that they referred to such mundane matters as travelling routes and times of trains.
โDoes Krag travel north with us, Nightspore? I didnโt catch that.โ
โNo. We go on first, and he joins us at Starkness on the evening of the day after tomorrow.โ
Maskull remained thoughtful. โWhat am I to think of that man?โ
โFor your information,โ replied Nightspore wearily, โI have never known him to lie.โ
Chapter 3. STARKNESS
A couple of days later, at two oโclock in the afternoon, Maskull and Nightspore arrived at Starkness Observatory, having covered the seven miles from Haillar Station on foot. The road, very wild and lonely, ran for the greater part of the way near the edge of rather lofty cliffs, within sight of the North Sea. The sun shone, but a brisk east wind was blowing and the air was salt and cold. The dark green waves were flecked with white. Throughout the walk, they were accompanied by the plaintive, beautiful crying of the gulls.
The observatory presented itself to their eyes as a self-contained little community, without neighbours, and perched on the extreme end of the land. There were three buildings: a small, stone-built dwelling house, a low workshop, and, about two hundred yards farther north, a square tower of granite masonry, seventy feet in height.
The house and the shop were separated by an open yard, littered with waste. A single stone wall surrounded both, except on the side facing the sea, where the house itself formed a continuation of the cliff. No one appeared. The windows were all closed, and Maskull could have sworn that the whole establishment was shut up and deserted.
He passed through the open gate, followed by Nightspore, and knocked vigorously at the front door. The knocker was thick with dust and had obviously not been used for a long time. He put his ear to the door, but could hear no movements inside the house. He then tried the handle; the door was looked.
They walked around the house, looking for another entrance, but there was only the one door.
โThis isnโt promising,โ growled Maskull. โThereโs no one here..... Now you try the shed, while I go over to that tower.โ
Nightspore, who had not spoken half a dozen words since leaving the train, complied in silence, and started off across the yard. Maskull passed out of the gate again. When he arrived at the foot of the tower, which stood some way back from the cliff, he found the door heavily padlocked. Gazing up, he saw six windows, one above the other at equal distances, all on the east faceโthat is, overlooking the sea. Realising that no satisfaction was to be gained here, he came away again, still more irritated than before. When he rejoined his friend, Nightspore reported that the workshop was also locked.
โDid we, or did we not, receive an invitation?โ demanded Maskull energetically.
โThe house is empty,โ replied Nightspore, biting his nails. โBetter break a window.โ
โI certainly donโt mean to camp out till Krag condescends to come.โ
He picked up an old iron bolt from the yard and, retreating to a safe distance, hurled it against a sash window on the ground floor. The lower pane was completely shattered. Carefully avoiding the broken glass, Maskull thrust his hand through the aperture and pushed back the frame fastening. A minute later they had climbed through and were standing inside the house.
The room, which was a kitchen, was in an indescribably filthy and neglected condition. The furniture scarcely held together, broken utensils and rubbish lay on the floor instead of on the dust heap, everything was covered with a deep deposit
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