I heard him speaking about them yesterday." "And that iss true enough.

They are two weeks late now." "Come on, then," cried Kalman, as Mackenzie reached for the bottle.
"Come and show me how." "There iss no hurry," said the deliberate Mackenzie, drinking his glass with slow relish.

"But first the pitaties are to be got over from Garneau's." Again and again, and with increasing rage, Kalman sought to drag Mackenzie away from his bottle and to his work.

By the time the bottle was done Mackenzie was once more helpless.
Three days later French came forth from his room, haggard and trembling, to find every bottle empty, Mackenzie making ineffective attempts to prepare a meal, and Kalman nowhere to be seen.
"Where is the boy ?" he enquired of Mackenzie in an uncertain voice.
"I know not," said Mackenzie.
"Go and look for him, then, you idiot!" In a short time French was summoned by Mackenzie's voice.
"Come here, will you ?" he was crying.

"Come here and see this thing." With a dread of some nameless horror in his heart, French hurried toward the little knoll upon which Mackenzie stood.