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  ThenIcouldhearacuriouspatteringuponthedoor,almostlikesomeonefeelingforthehandleinthedark,andPyecraft’sfamiliargrunts。

  “It’sallright,“Isaid,“she’sgone。“

  Butforalongtimethedoordidn’topen。

  Iheardthekeyturn。ThenPyecraft’svoicesaid,“Comein。“

  Iturnedthehandleandopenedthedoor。NaturallyIexpectedtoseePyecraft。

  Well,youknow,hewasn’tthere!

  Ineverhadsuchashockinmylife。Therewashissitting-roominastateofuntidydisorder,platesanddishesamongthebooksandwritingthings,andseveralchairsoverturned,butPyecraft——

  “It’sallright,o’man;shutthedoor,“hesaid,andthenI

  discoveredhim。

  Therehewasrightupclosetothecorniceinthecornerbythedoor,asthoughsomeonehadgluedhimtotheceiling。Hisfacewasanxiousandangry。Hepantedandgesticulated。“Shutthedoor,“hesaid。

  “Ifthatwomangetsholdofit——“

  Ishutthedoor,andwentandstoodawayfromhimandstared。

  “Ifanythinggiveswayandyoutumbledown,“Isaid,“you’llbreakyourneck,Pyecraft。“

  “IwishIcould,“hewheezed。

  “Amanofyourageandweightgettinguptokiddishgymnastics——“

  “Don’t,“hesaid,andlookedagonised。

  “I’lltellyou,“hesaid,andgesticulated。

  “Howthedeuce,“saidI,“areyouholdingonupthere?“

  AndthenabruptlyIrealisedthathewasnotholdingonatall,thathewasfloatingupthere——justasagas-filledbladdermighthavefloatedinthesameposition。Hebeganastruggletothrusthimselfawayfromtheceilingandtoclamberdownthewalltome。

  “It’sthatprescription,“hepanted,ashedidso。“Yourgreat-gran——“

  Hetookholdofaframedengravingrathercarelesslyashespokeanditgaveway,andheflewbacktotheceilingagain,whilethepicturesmashedontothesofa。Bumphewentagainsttheceiling,andIknewthenwhyhewasalloverwhiteonthemoresalientcurvesandanglesofhisperson。Hetriedagainmorecarefully,comingdownbywayofthemantel。

  Itwasreallyamostextraordinaryspectacle,thatgreat,fat,apoplectic-lookingmanupsidedownandtryingtogetfromtheceilingtothefloor。“Thatprescription,“hesaid。“Toosuccessful。“

  “How?“

  “Lossofweight——almostcomplete。“

  Andthen,ofcourse,Iunderstood。

  “ByJove,Pyecraft,“saidI,“whatyouwantedwasacureforfatness!

  Butyoualwayscalleditweight。Youwouldcallitweight。“

  SomehowIwasextremelydelighted。IquitelikedPyecraftforthetime。

  “Letmehelpyou!“Isaid,andtookhishandandpulledhimdown。

  Hekickedabout,tryingtogetafootholdsomewhere。Itwasverylikeholdingaflagonawindyday。

  “Thattable,“hesaid,pointing,“issolidmahoganyandveryheavy。

  Ifyoucanputmeunderthat——“

  Idid,andtherehewallowedaboutlikeacaptiveballoon,whileIstoodonhishearthrugandtalkedtohim。

  Ilitacigar。“Tellme,“Isaid,“whathappened?“

  “Itookit,“hesaid。

  “Howdidittaste?“

  “Oh,BEASTLY!“

  Ishouldfancytheyalldid。Whetheroneregardstheingredientsortheprobablecompoundorthepossibleresults,almostallofmygreat-grandmother’sremediesappeartomeatleasttobeextraordinarilyuninviting。Formyownpart——

  “Itookalittlesipfirst。“

  “Yes?“

  “AndasIfeltlighterandbetterafteranhour,Idecidedtotakethedraught。“

  “MydearPyecraft!“

  “Iheldmynose,“heexplained。“AndthenIkeptongettinglighterandlighter——andhelpless,youknow。“

  Hegavewaytoasuddenburstofpassion。“WhatthegoodnessamI

  toDO?“hesaid。

  “There’sonethingprettyevident,“Isaid,“thatyoumustn’tdo。

  Ifyougooutofdoors,you’llgoupandup。“Iwavedanarmupward。

  “They’dhavetosendSantos-Dumontafteryoutobringyoudownagain。“

  “Isupposeitwillwearoff?“

  Ishookmyhead。“Idon’tthinkyoucancountonthat,“Isaid。

  Andthentherewasanotherburstofpassion,andhekickedoutatadjacentchairsandbangedthefloor。HebehavedjustasIshouldhaveexpectedagreat,fat,self-indulgentmantobehaveundertryingcircumstances——thatistosay,verybadly。Hespokeofmeandmygreat-grandmotherwithanutterwantofdiscretion。

  “Ineveraskedyoutotakethestuff,“Isaid。

  Andgenerouslydisregardingtheinsultshewasputtinguponme,Isatdowninhisarmchairandbegantotalktohiminasober,friendlyfashion。

  Ipointedouttohimthatthiswasatroublehehadbroughtuponhimself,andthatithadalmostanairofpoeticaljustice。Hehadeatentoomuch。Thishedisputed,andforatimewearguedthepoint。

  Hebecamenoisyandviolent,soIdesistedfromthisaspectofhislesson。“Andthen,“saidI,“youcommittedthesinofeuphuism。

  YoucalleditnotFat,whichisjustandinglorious,butWeight。You——“

  Heinterruptedtosayherecognisedallthat。WhatwashetoDO?

  Isuggestedheshouldadapthimselftohisnewconditions。Sowecametothereallysensiblepartofthebusiness。Isuggestedthatitwouldnotbedifficultforhimtolearntowalkaboutontheceilingwithhishands——

  “Ican’tsleep,“hesaid。

  Butthatwasnogreatdifficulty。Itwasquitepossible,Ipointedout,tomakeashake-upunderawiremattress,fastentheunderthingsonwithtapes,andhaveablanket,sheet,andcoverlettobuttonattheside。Hewouldhavetoconfideinhishousekeeper,Isaid;

  andaftersomesquabblingheagreedtothat。Afterwardsitwasquitedelightfultoseethebeautifullymatter-of-factwaywithwhichthegoodladytookalltheseamazinginversions。Hecouldhavealibraryladderinhisroom,andallhismealscouldbelaidonthetopofhisbookcase。Wealsohitonaningeniousdevicebywhichhecouldgettothefloorwheneverhewanted,whichwassimplytoputtheBritishEncyclopaediatentheditiononthetopofhisopenshelves。Hejustpulledoutacoupleofvolumesandheldon,anddownhecame。Andweagreedtheremustbeironstaplesalongtheskirting,sothathecouldclingtothosewheneverhewantedtogetabouttheroomonthelowerlevel。

  AswegotonwiththethingIfoundmyselfalmostkeenlyinterested。

  ItwasIwhocalledinthehousekeeperandbrokematterstoher,anditwasIchieflywhofixeduptheinvertedbed。Infact,Ispenttwowholedaysathisflat。Iamahandy,interferingsortofmanwithascrew-driver,andImadeallsortsofingeniousadaptationsforhim——ranawiretobringhisbellswithinreach,turnedallhiselectriclightsupinsteadofdown,andsoon。Thewholeaffairwasextremelycuriousandinterestingtome,anditwasdelightfultothinkofPyecraftlikesomegreat,fatblow-fly,crawlingaboutonhisceilingandclamberingroundthelintelsofhisdoorsfromoneroomtoanother,andnever,never,nevercomingtotheclubanymore……

  Then,youknow,myfatalingenuitygotthebetterofme。Iwassittingbyhisfiredrinkinghiswhisky,andhewasupinhisfavouritecornerbythecornice,tackingaTurkeycarpettotheceiling,whentheideastruckme。“ByJove,Pyecraft!“Isaid,“allthisistotallyunnecessary。“

  AndbeforeIcouldcalculatethecompleteconsequencesofmynotionIblurteditout。“Leadunderclothing,“saidI,andthemischiefwasdone。

  Pyecraftreceivedthethingalmostintears。“Toberightwaysupagain——“hesaid。IgavehimthewholesecretbeforeIsawwhereitwouldtakeme。“Buysheetlead,“Isaid,“stampitintodiscs。

  Sew’emalloveryourunderclothesuntilyouhaveenough。Havelead-soledboots,carryabagofsolidlead,andthethingisdone!

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