dynamo. There was a splutter amid the roar.
The officer of the company who had entered stood staring as Azuma-zi caught the naked terminals in his hands, gave one horrible convulsion, and then hung motionless from the machine, his face violently distorted.
"I'm jolly glad you came in when you did," said the scientific manager, still sitting on the floor.
He looked at the still quivering figure. "It is not a nice death to die, apparently—but it is quick."
The official was still staring at the body. He was a man of slow apprehension.
There was a pause.
The scientific manager got up on his feet rather awkwardly. He ran his fingers along his collar thoughtfully, and moved his head to and fro several times.
"Poor Holroyd! I see now." Then almost mechanically he went towards the
