When Miss Burnett arrived at the Chief Justice's
house the next morning she found him reading
his correspondence in a perfectly normal way. He looked
up to welcome her and considered her carefully. "No
worse?" he said. "Good night? Well, you missed some-
thing even more eerie."

"Oh Lord Arglay! Nothing happened?"

"Something happened all right," Arglay answered,
and his face grew grave. "Up to last night," he went on,
"I thought Giles was monkeying about with something,
and playing tricks on Reginald for some infernal reason
of his own. But I don't know now; I really don't. He
didn't seem to expect what did happen."

"But, Lord Arglay! What did?"

The Chief Justice told her. Chloe sat gazing at him.
"It multiplies itself?" she breathed. "But it must be
something--magical, then. Something unnatural."

Arglay shook his head. "I wouldn't say that," he
answered. "Atoms do it, or electrons, or something. But
I admit to having a nasty jar when I saw the three things
all exactly alike. Somehow the sight of Reginald pro-
ducing stones of Suleiman ben Daood at the rate of two
a minute with a chisel--it didn't seem decent."

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