This quite settled it. The
olive prince was crazy. Did not St. George remember the old man in
the frayed neckerchief and bagging pockets who had brought to the
office of the _Sentinel_ chart after chart about perpetual motion,
until St. George and Amory had one day told him gravely that they
had a machine inside the office then that could make more things go
for ever than he had ever dreamed of, though they had _not_ said
that the machine was named Chillingworth.
"You have knowledge of both these things?" asked St. George
indulgently.
"Yaque understood both those laws," said the prince quietly, "when
William the Conqueror came to England."
He hesitated for a moment and then, regardless of another soft
explosion from Mr. Frothingham's lips, he added:
"Do you not see? Will you not understand? It is our knowledge of the
Fourth Dimension which has enabled us to keep our island a secret."
St. George suddenly thrilled from head to foot. What if he were
speaking the truth? What if this man were speaking the truth?
"Moreover," resumed the prince, "there were those among us who had
long believed that new strength would come to my people by the
introduction of an inhabitant of one of the continents.
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