The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth by H. G. Wells (rooftoppers TXT) 📗
- Author: H. G. Wells
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“You’ve seen that the Society for the Total Suppression of Boomfood claims to have several thousand members,” said Winkles, changing the subject. “They’ve drafted a Bill,” said Winkles. “They’ve got young Caterham to take it up—readily enough. They’re in earnest. They’re forming local committees to influence candidates. They want to make it penal to prepare and store Herakleophorbia without special license, and felony—matter of imprisonment without option—to administer Boomfood—that’s what they call it, you know—to any person under one-and-twenty. But there’s collateral societies, you know. All sorts of people. The Society for the Preservation of Ancient Statures is going to have Mr. Frederic Harrison on the council, they say. You know he’s written an essay about it; says it is vulgar, and entirely inharmonious with that Revelation of Humanity that is found in the teachings of Comte. It is the sort of thing the Eighteenth Century couldn’t have produced even in its worst moments. The idea of the Food never entered the head of Comte—which shows how wicked it really is. No one, he says, who really understood Comte....”
“But you don’t mean to say—” said Redwood, alarmed out of his disdain for Winkles.
“They’ll not do all that,” said Winkles. “But public opinion is public opinion, and votes are votes. Everybody can see you are up to a disturbing thing. And the human instinct is all against disturbance, you know. Nobody seems to believe Caterham’s idea of people thirty-seven feet high, who won’t be able to get inside a church, or a meeting-house, or any social or human institution. But for all that they’re not so easy in their minds about it. They see there’s something—something more than a common discovery—”
“There is,” said Redwood, “in every discovery.”
“Anyhow, they’re getting—restive. Caterham keeps harping on what may happen if it gets loose again. I say over and over again, it won’t, and it can’t. But—there it is!”
And he bounced about the room for a little while as if he meant to reopen the topic of the secret, and then thought better of it and went.
The two scientific men looked at one another. For a space only their eyes spoke.
“If the worst comes to the worst,” said Redwood at last, in a strenuously calm voice, “I shall give the Food to my little Teddy with my own hands.”
III.It was only a few days after this that Redwood opened his paper to find that the Prime Minister had promised a Royal Commission on Boomfood. This sent him, newspaper in hand, round to Bensington’s flat.
“Winkles, I believe, is making mischief for the stuff. He plays into the hands of Caterham. He keeps on talking about it, and what it is going to do, and alarming people. If he goes on, I really believe he’ll hamper our inquiries. Even as it is—with this trouble about my little boy—”
Bensington wished Winkles wouldn’t.
“Do you notice how he has dropped into the way of calling it Boomfood?”
“I don’t like that name,” said Bensington, with a glance over his glasses.
“It is just so exactly what it is—to Winkles.”
“Why does he keep on about it? It isn’t his!”
“It’s something called Booming,” said Redwood. “I don’t understand. If it isn’t his, everybody is getting to think it is. Not that that matters.”
“In the event of this ignorant, this ridiculous agitation becoming—Serious,” began Bensington.
“My little boy can’t get on without the stuff,” said Redwood. “I don’t see how I can help myself now. If the worst comes to the worst—”
A slight bouncing noise proclaimed the presence of Winkles. He became visible in the middle of the room rubbing his hands together.
“I wish you’d knock,” said Bensington, looking vicious over the gold rims.
Winkles was apologetic. Then he turned to Redwood. “I’m glad to find you here,” he began; “the fact is—”
“Have you seen about this Royal Commission?” interrupted Redwood.
“Yes,” said Winkles, thrown out. “Yes.”
“What do you think of it?”
“Excellent thing,” said Winkles. “Bound to stop most of this clamour. Ventilate the whole affair. Shut up Caterham. But that’s not what I came round for, Redwood. The fact is—”
“I don’t like this Royal Commission,” said Bensington.
“I can assure you it will be all right. I may say—I don’t think it’s a breach of confidence—that very possibly I may have a place on the Commission—”
“Oom,” said Redwood, looking into the fire.
“I can put the whole thing right. I can make it perfectly clear, first, that the stuff is controllable, and, secondly, that nothing short of a miracle is needed before anything like that catastrophe at Hickleybrow can possibly happen again. That is just what is wanted, an authoritative assurance. Of course, I could speak with more confidence if I knew—But that’s quite by the way. And just at present there’s something else, another little matter, upon which I’m wanting to consult you. Ahem. The fact is—Well—I happen to be in a slight difficulty, and you can help me out.”
Redwood raised his eyebrows, and was secretly glad.
“The matter is—highly confidential.”
“Go on,” said Redwood. “Don’t worry about that.”
“I have recently been entrusted with a child—the child of—of an Exalted Personage.”
Winkles coughed.
“You’re getting on,” said Redwood.
“I must confess it’s largely your powders—and the reputation of my success with your little boy—There is, I cannot disguise, a strong feeling against its use. And yet I find that among the more intelligent—One must go quietly in these things, you know—little by little. Still, in the case of Her Serene High—I mean this new little patient of mine. As a matter of fact—the suggestion came from the parent. Or I should never—”
He struck Redwood as being embarrassed.
“I thought you had a doubt of the advisability of using these powders,” said Redwood.
“Merely a passing doubt.”
“You don’t propose to discontinue—”
“In the case of your little boy? Certainly not!”
“So far as I can see, it would be murder.”
“I wouldn’t do it for the world.”
“You shall have the powders,” said Redwood.
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