As he buttoned
them up around the neck he stepped in front of a glass.
Smith was nearly floored. The man was almost his exact double; an
ordinary, everyday sort of a chap, with a very commonplace face.
Perhaps, like Smith's, his face concealed a remarkable technical
knowledge; but nobody would have given him a second glance. Was he,
thought Smith, a typical Capellan workman?
The other man was ready to go. He hesitated, studying the floor;
then said, regretfully:
"The worst part of it is, Reblong, everybody I talk to is as bad as
you are. They all admit that things are not what they should be--but
nobody cares!"
He went to the door, and Reblong heard him say, under his breath, as
he turned the knob:
"Great Heavens! What's come over the world anyhow? Has it gone
stagnant?"
X
A RIPPLE IN THE POOL
It seemed as though he were right. The whole great pool of humanity
which comprised Capellette was still, quiescent, stagnant. Was there
nothing to arouse it, no ripple in the pool?
The doctor had this question uppermost in his mind when he located
young Ernol.
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