"No," he said firmly."No.Chadd is a friend of mine, and I would say anything for him I could.But I do not say, I cannot say, that he ought to take on the Asiatic manuscripts.I do not go so far as that.I merely say that until he stops dancing you ought to pay him L800 Surely you have some general fund for the endowment of research."Mr Bingham looked bewildered.
"I really don't know," he said, blinking his eyes, "what you are talking about.Do you ask us to give this obvious lunatic nearly a thousand a year for life?""Not at all," cried Basil, keenly and triumphantly."I never said for life.Not at all.""What for, then?" asked the meek Bingham, suppressing an instinct meekly to tear his hair."How long is this endowment to run? Not till his death? Till the Judgement day?""No," said Basil, beaming, "but just what I said.Till he has stopped dancing." And he lay back with satisfaction and his hands in his pockets.
Bingham had by this time fastened his eyes keenly on Basil Grant and kept them there.
"Come, Mr Grant," he said."Do I seriously understand you to suggest that the Government pay Professor Chadd an extraordinarily high salary simply on the ground that he has (pardon the phrase)gone mad? That he should be paid more than four good clerks solely on the ground that he is flinging his boots about in the back yard?""Precisely," said Grant composedly.
"That this absurd payment is not only to run on with the absurd dancing, but actually to stop with the absurd dancing?""One must stop somewhere," said Grant."Of course."Bingham rose and took up his perfect stick and gloves.
"There is really nothing more to be said, Mr Grant," he said coldly."What you are trying to explain to me may be a joke--a slightly unfeeling joke.It may be your sincere view, in which case I ask your pardon for the former suggestion.But, in any case, it appears quite irrelevant to my duties.The mental morbidity, the mental downfall, of Professor Chadd, is a thing so painful to me that I cannot easily endure to speak of it.But it is clear there is a limit to everything.And if the Archangel Gabriel went mad it would sever his connection, I am sorry to say, with the British Museum Library."He was stepping towards the door, but Grant's hand, flung out in dramatic warning, arrested him.
"Stop!" said Basil sternly."Stop while there is yet time.Do you want to take part in a great work, Mr Bingham? Do you want to help in the glory of Europe--in the glory of science? Do you want to carry your head in the air when it is bald or white because of the part that you bore in a great discovery? Do you want--"Bingham cut in sharply:
"And if I do want this, Mr Grant--"
"Then," said Basil lightly, "your task is easy.Get Chadd L800 a year till he stops dancing."With a fierce flap of his swinging gloves Bingham turned impatiently to the door, but in passing out of it found it blocked.Dr Colman was coming in.
"Forgive me, gentlemen," he said, in a nervous, confidential voice, "the fact is, Mr Grant, I--er--have made a most disturbing discovery about Mr Chadd."Bingham looked at him with grave eyes.
"I was afraid so," he said."Drink, I imagine.""Drink!" echoed Colman, as if that were a much milder affair."Oh, no, it's not drink."Mr Bingham became somewhat agitated, and his voice grew hurried and vague."Homicidal mania--" he began.
"No, no," said the medical man impatiently.
