Graham walked to the door, tried it, found it securely fastened in some way he
never came to understand, turned about, paced the room restlessly, made the circuit of the room, and sat down. He remained sitting for some time with folded
arms and knitted brow, biting his finger nails and trying to piece together the kaleidoscopic impressions of this first hour of awakened life; the vast mechanical spaces, the endless series of chambers and passages, the great struggle that roared and splashed through these strange ways, the little group of remote unsympathetic men beneath the colossal Atlas, Howard’s mysterious
behaviour. There was an inkling of some vast inheritance already in his mind—a
vast inheritance perhaps misapplied—of some unprecedented importance and
opportunity. What had he t
