He was called a genius, a great inventor. And then he
married her. You don't know her, Bouche. You never saw beautiful Rose
Varcoe, who, liking two men, chose the one who was handsome and
brilliant, and whom the world called a genius. Why didn't Jaspar Hume
expose him, Bouche? Proof is not always easy, and then he had to think of
her. One has to think of a woman in such a case, Bouche. Even a dog can
see that."
He was silent for a moment, and then he said: "Come, Bouche. You will
keep secret what I show you."
He went to a large box in the corner, unlocked it, and took out a model
made of brass and copper and smooth but unpolished wood.
"After ten years of banishment, Bouche, Hume has worked out another idea,
you see. It should be worth ten times the other, and the world called the
other the work of a genius, dog."
Then he became silent, the animal watching him the while. It had seen him
working at this model for many a day, but had never heard him talk so
much at a time as he had done this last ten minutes. He was generally a
silent man--decisive even to severity, careless carriers and shirking
under-officers thought.
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