The Double Life Of Mr. Alfred Burton by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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"It is finished. The nineteenth generation has triumphed. He who shall eat of the brown fruit of this tree shall see the things of Life and Death as they are. He who shall eat--" The translation concluded abruptly. Mr. Alfred Burton removed his silk hat and reflectively scratched his head. "Queer sort of joker he must have been," he remarked to himself. "I wonder what he was getting at?" His eyes fell upon the little tree. He felt the earth in the pot it was quite dry. Yet the tree itself was fresh and green. "Here goes for a brown bean," he continued, and plucked one. Even then, while he held it in his fingers, he hesitated. "Don't suppose it will do me any harm," he muttered, doubtfully. There was naturally no reply. Mr. Alfred Burton laughed uneasily to himself. The shadows of the room and its curious perfume were a trifle disconcerting. "Risk it, anyway," he concluded. "Here goes!" He raised the little brown fruit--which did indeed somewhat resemble a bean--to his mouth and swallowed it. He found it quite tasteless, but the deed was no sooner done than he was startled by a curious buzzing in his ears and a momentary but peculiar lapse of memory. He sat and looked around him like a man who has been asleep and suddenly awakened in unfamiliar surroundings. Then the sound of his client's voice suddenly recalled |
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