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We were at Glenaicill -- six of us -- for the duck-shooting, when Leithen told us this story. You know how one tale begets another, and soon the whole place hummed with odd recollections, for five of us had been a good deal about the world. All except Leithen, the man who was afterwards Solicitor-General. "Lucky devils," he said. "You've had all the fun out of life. I've had my nose to the grindstone ever since I left school. All the same," he went on, "I once played the chief part in a rather exciting business without ever once budging from London. And the joke of it was that the man who went out to look for adventure only saw a bit of the game, and I who sat in my chambers saw it all and pulled the strings. 'They also serve who only stand and wait,' you know." Then he told us this story. . . . it was the tale of the maniac who dreamed of the "Powerhouse." There were dark scenes in the drama before it was played out.
