Chiefly
afraid of being caught before
accomplish his purpose, but behind
vaguer but larger fear
awfulness
crime
But his exultation far exceeded his fear
No Anarchist before him had ever approached this conception
Ravachol, Vaillant, all those distinguished persons whose fame he had envied dwindled into insignificance beside him
He had only
sure
water supply, and break the little tube into
reservoir
How brilliantly he had planned it, forged the letter of introduction and got
laboratory, and how brilliantly he had seized his opportunity ! The world should hear of him at last
All those people who had sneered at him, neglected him, preferred other people to him, found his company undesirable, should consider him at last
Death, death, death ! They had always treated him as
man of no importance
All the world
in
conspiracy
him under
teach them yet what
to isolate
man
What
familiar street ? Great Saint Andrew's Street,
! How fared the chase ? He craned
cab
The Bacteriologist was scarcely fifty yards behind
That was bad
caught and stopped yet
pocket for money, and found half
sovereign
This he thrust up
trap
top
cab
man's face
"More," he shouted, "if only we get away
" The money was snatched out
hand
"Right
," said the cabman,
trap slammed,
lash lay along the glistening side
horse
The cab swayed,
Anarchist, half-standing under the trap, put the hand containing the little glass tube
apron to preserve his balance
the brittle thing crack,
broken half of it rang
floor
cab
He fell back
seat with
curse, and stared dismally
drops of moisture
apron

He shuddered

"Well, I suppose
the first
Phew ! Anyhow,
Martyr
That's something
But
filthy death, nevertheless
I wonder
hurts
say
"
Presently
thought occurred to him--he groped between his feet

little drop was still
broken end
tube, and he drank that
sure
better
sure
At any rate,
fail

Then it dawned upon him that
no further need to escape the Bacteriologist
In Wellington Street
the cabman to stop, and got out
He slipped
step,
head felt queer
rapid stuff, this cholera poison
He waved his cabman out of existence, so
, and stood
pavement
arms folded upon his breast awaiting the arrival
Bacteriologist
something tragic
pose
The sense of imminent death gave him
certain dignity
He greeted his pursuer with
defiant laugh

"Vive l'Anarchie !
too late, my friend,
drunk it
The cholera is abroad ! "
The Bacteriologist
cab beamed curiously at him through his spectacles
"
drunk it ! An Anarchist !
now
"
about
something more, and then checked himself

smile hung
corner
mouth
He opened the apron
cab
to descend, at which the Anarchist waved him
dramatic farewell and strode off towards Waterloo Bridge, carefully jostling his infected body against
people as possible
The Bacteriologist was so preoccupied
vision of him that he scarcely manifested the slightest surprise
appearance of Minnie
pavement
hat and shoes and overcoat
"
of you to bring my things,"
, and remained lost in contemplation
receding figure
Anarchist

"You had better get in,"
, still staring
Minnie felt absolutely convinced now that
mad, and directed the cabman home on her own responsibility
"Put on my shoes ? Certainly, dear," said he,
cab began
, and hid the strutting black figure, now small
distance,
eyes
Then suddenly something grotesque struck him, and he laughed
Then he remarked, "
really very serious, though

"
, that man came to my house
me, and
an Anarchist
No--don't faint, or
possibly tell you the rest
And
to astonish him, not knowing
an Anarchist, and took up
cultivation
new species of Bacterium
telling you
infest, and
cause, the blue patches upon various monkeys; and, like
fool,
Asiatic cholera
And he ran away with it to poison the water of London, and he certainly
made things look blue
civilised city
And now he has swallowed it
, I
happen, but
it turned that kitten blue,
three puppies--in patches,
sparrow--bright blue
But the bother is,
all the trouble and expense of preparing some more

"Put on my coat
hot day ! Why ? Because
meet Mrs Jabber
My dear, Mrs Jabber
draught
But why should I wear
coat on
hot day because of Mrs -----
Oh !
"