"But everything must come
from somewhere, mustn't it?"
Judy stared at him speechless, while he surveyed her with an air of
calm omnipotence. To ask a thing no one could answer was the same as
knowing the answer oneself.
"Mustn't it?" he repeated with triumph.
And, in the inevitable pause that followed, they both instinctively
glanced up at Uncle Felix. The same idea had occurred to both of them.
Although direct questions about what was coming were obviously
impermissible, an indirect question seemed fairly within the rules.
The fact was, neither of them could keep quiet about it any longer.
The strain was more than human nature could stand. They simply _must_
find out. They would get at it that way.
"Try him," whispered Judy. And Tim turned recklessly towards his Uncle
and drew a long, deep breath.
CHAPTER XIV
MARIA STIRS
"Uncle," he began with a rush lest his courage should forsake him,
"where does everything come from? Everything in the world, I mean?"--
then waited for an answer that did not come.
Uncle Felix neither moved nor spoke, and the question, like a bomb
that fails to explode, produced no result after considerable effort
and expense.
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