gathering. He judged they knew Howard and not
himself, and that they wondered who he was. This
Howard, it seemed, was a person of importance. But
then he was also merely Graham's
guardian. That
was odd.
There came a passage in
twilight, and into this passage
a footway hung so that he could see the feet and
ankles of people going to and fro thereon, but no
more of them. Then vague impressions of galleries
and of
casual astonished passers-by turning round to
stare after the two of them with their red-clad guard.
The
stimulus of the restoratives he had taken was
only
temporary. He was
speedily fatigued by this
excessive haste. He asked Howard to
slacken his
speed. Presently he was in a lift that had a window
upon the great street space, but this was glazed and
did not open, and they were too high for him to see
the moving platforms below. But he saw people going
to and fro along cables and along strange, frail-looking
ridges.
And
thence they passed across the street and at a vast
height above it. They crossed by means of a narrow
bridge closed in with glass, so clear that it made him
giddy even to remember it. The floor of it also was
of glass. From his memory of the cliffs between New
Quay and Boscastle, so
remote in time, and so recent
in his experience, it seemed to him that they must be
near four hundred feet above the moving ways. He
stopped, looked down between his legs upon the
swarming blue and red multitudes, minute and fore-
shortened, struggling and gesticulating still towards
the little
balcony far below, a little toy
balcony, it
seemed, where he had so recently been
standing. A
thin haze and the glare of the
mighty globes of light
obscured everything. A man seated in a little open-
work
cradle shot by from some point still higher than
the little narrow
bridge, rushing down a cable as
swiftly almost as if he were falling. Graham stopped
involuntarily to watch this strange passenger vanish
in a great
circularopening below, and then his eyes
went back to the
tumultuous struggle.
Along one of the swifter ways rushed a thick crowd
of red spots. This broke up into individuals as it
approached the
balcony, and went pouring down the
slower ways towards the dense struggling crowd on
the central area. These men in red appeared to be
armed with sticks or truncheons; they seemed to be
striking and
thrusting. A great shouting, cries of
wrath, screaming, burst out and came up to Graham,
faint and thin. "Go on," cried Howard, laying hands
on him.
Another man rushed down a cable. Graham suddenly
glanced up to see
whence he came, and beheld
through the
glassy roof and the
network of cables and
girders, dim rhythmically passing forms like the vans
of windmills, and between them glimpses of a
remoteand pallid sky. Then Howard had
thrust him forward
across the
bridge, and he was in a little narrow passage
decorated with geometrical patterns.
"I want to see more of that," cried Graham,
resisting.
"No, no," cried Howard, still gripping his arm.
"This way. You must go this way." And the men in
red following them seemed ready to
enforce his orders.
Some negroes in a curious wasp-like uniform of black
and yellow appeared down the passage, and one hastened
to throw up a sliding
shutter that had seemed
a door to Graham, and led the way through it.
Graham found himself in a
gallery overhanging the
end of a great
chamber. The
attendant in black and
yellow crossed this,
thrust up a second
shutter and
stood waiting.
This place had the appearance of an ante-room. He
saw a number of people in the central space, and at
the opposite end a large and
imposingdoorway at the
top of a
flight of steps, heavily curtained but giving a