Alder's "big willy style" Section of the Magazine... cower in it's immortal presence
T H E P O C K E T W A T C H
Many hours were spent pondering the events that had occurred that day. Mr Charlington was most effected, and with a several minutes sipping lemon tea he was ready to tell the group of his strange experiences that same dry autumn day. A look of anticipation fell upon the room as Mr Charlington rested the cup in his lap, and prepared himself to speak.
"It's all very odd" he uttered, "I can't really explain it." "It was like my experience had been teethed apart and reformed into some abominable Frankenstein-like creature" he exclaimed. "Yet, it's new form seemed very natural... beautifully carved in it's most restful self."
The group took a few moments to gather their composure. Shaken, Mr Charlington nervously took a few puffs on his pipe before continuing.
"My experience had been divided into areas, into simple sections. Each segment had a purpose and worked towards the greater whole. A gestault of views and options were presented toward me, but not understanding their true meaning I didn't dare touch the horrid things." "I don't know what to make of it, how was I supposed to use this Wells inspired creation?" he irritably spoke.
The circle quietly whispered ideas between themselves, each no better than the previous. None it seemed could explain the curious journey that Mr Charlington had undertook that afternoon. The greying speech was sharply interrupted by a metallic click click clicking in the corner. From the relative darkness a sharply dressed figure stepped forward, his left hand flicking a pocketwatch's lock open and closed. The group quietened as the ominous figure slowly grasped each and every one of their attention's. The lingering silence took hold of the room and the anticipation grew ten fold... but this zenith was slyly broken as the tall man opened his mouth.
"I know."
Mr Charlington erupted, "Are you trying to con us? How dare you challenge the greatest minds of England, I ought to have you beheaded".
"I know" the stranger spoke again.
"Then what pray tell is the answer" Mr Charlington retorted mockingly, gathering the backing of his associates.
"I know" the stranger uttered for a third time, while momentarily their intense eyes crossed.
"You know, you know" jeered Mr Charlington. "Then what, is the answer. Why couldn't I use this new contraption?"
The stranger, pausing a moment to light a cigar, spoke and then left the amazed room.
"You'll need a frames compatible browser."