"And that the germ plasm is different from the parthenogenetic egg?"
"Why, surely!" I cried, and gloried in my own audacity.
"But what does that prove?" he asked, in a gentle, persuasive voice.
"Ah, what indeed?" I murmured. "What does it prove?"
"Shall I tell you?" he cooed.
"It proves," he roared, with a sudden blast of fury, "that you are the damnedest imposter in London—a vile, crawling journalist, who has no more science than he has decency in his composition!"
He had sprung to his feet with a mad rage in his eyes.
Even at that moment of tension I found time for amazement at the discovery that he was quite a short man, his head not higher than my shoulder—a stunted Hercules whose tremendous vitality had all run to depth, breadth, and brain.
"Gibberish!" he cried, leaning forward, with his fingers on the table and his face projecting.
"That's what I have been talking to you, sir—scientific gibberish!
Did you think you could match cunning with me—you with your walnut of a brain?
You think you are omnipotent, you infernal scribblers, don't you?
That your praise can make a man and your blame can break him?
We must all bow to you, and try to get a favorable word, must we?
This man shall have a leg up, and this man shall have a dressing down!
Creeping vermin, I know you!
You've got out of your station.
Time was when your ears were clipped. You've lost your sense of proportion.
I'll keep you in your proper place.
Yes, sir, you haven't got over G. E. C.
There's one man who is still your master.
He warned you off, but if you WILL come, by the Lord you do it at your own risk.
Forfeit, my good Mr. Malone, I claim forfeit!
You have played a rather dangerous game, and it strikes me that you have lost it."
"Look here, sir," said I, backing to the door and opening it; "you can be as abusive as you like. But there is a limit.
You shall not assault me."
"Shall I not?" He was slowly advancing in a peculiarly menacing way, but he stopped now and put his big hands into the side-pockets of a rather boyish short jacket which he wore.
"I have thrown several of you out of the house.
You will be the fourth or fifth.
Three pound fifteen each—that is how it averaged.
Expensive, but very necessary.
Now, sir, why should you not follow your brethren?
I rather think you must."
He resumed his unpleasant and stealthy advance, pointing his toes as he walked, like a dancing master.
I could have bolted for the hall door, but it would have been too ignominious.
Besides, a little glow of righteous anger was springing up within me.
I had been hopelessly in the wrong before, but this man's menaces were putting me in the right.
"I'll trouble you to keep your hands off, sir.
I'll not stand it."
His black moustache lifted and a white fang twinkled in a sneer.
"You won't stand it, eh?"
"Don't be such a fool, Professor!" I cried.
"What can you hope for?
I'm fifteen stone, as hard as nails, and play center three-quarter every Saturday for the London Irish.
I'm not the man——"
It was at that moment that he rushed me.