The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1897-04-22
fheGreatDrOWn- perlcOrd Motor
By CONAN DOYLE.
Icopyright. Iss ~ the Author.l


Copyright, Isl5, ly the Author.l
IL was cold, foggy. dreary evening
IN May Along the Strand blurred |
patches OF light marked the position Of /
the lamps The fiaring shop windows
fickered vaguely with steamy bright
ness through the thick and heavy at
nosphere.
The high lines Of houses which lead
aown to the embankment were all dark
and deserted or illuminated only by
the glimmering lamp Of the caretaker.
At one point, however, there shone out
from three windows upon the second
door rich flood Of light, which broke
The somber monotony of the terrace.
Passengers glanced up curiously and
irew each others attention to the ruddy
glare, for it marked the chambers Of
Francis Pericord, the inventor and cleo
rical engineer. Long into the watches
Of the night the CLEAN Of his lamps
bore witness to the untiring energy and
restless industry which were rapidly
carrying him to the first rank in his
profession.
Within the chamber there sat two
men. The one was Pericord himself,
hawk faced and angular, with the black
hair and brisk bearing which spoke of
his Celtic origin. The other, thick,
sturdy, and blue eyed, was Jeremy
Brown, the well known mechanician.
They had been partners in many an in
vention, in which the creative genius
Of the one had been aided by the prac-
teal abilities of tho other. 1t was a
question among their friends as to
which was the better man.
| 1t was no chance visit which had
brought Brown into Pericord's work
shop at so late an hour. Business was
to be done-business which was to de-
| tide the failure or success of months of
work, and which might affect their
whole careers. Between them lay long
brown table, stained and corroded by
strong acids and Uttered with giant
,arboys, Faure's accumulators, voltaic
piles, coils of wire and great blocks of
communicating porcelain. In the midst
Of all this lumber there stood singu-
lar whizzing, whirring machine, upon
which the eyes of both partners were
riveted.
A small, square metal receptacle was
connected by numerous wires to broad
steel girdle, furnished ON either side
with two powerful projecting joints.
The girdle was motionless, but the
tai inf tha oh all 30
them, flashed round every few seconds,
with pause between each rhythmic
turn. The power which moved them
came evidently from the metal box. A
subtle odur of ozono was in the air.
How about the phlanges, Brown"
asked the inventor.
They were too large to bring They
are seven feet by three There is power
enough there to work them, however
[ will answer for that "
Aluminium with an alloy of cop
! PERI
; Eyes.
. "See how beautifully it wocksw
J Pericord stretched out thin, nervous
hand and pressed button upon the
: machine. The joints revolved more
slowly and came presently to dead
stop Again he touched spring, and
The arms shivered and woke up again
into their crisp metallic light. The
experimenter need not exert his muscu-
] lar powers, he remarked He has
] )nly to be passive and use his intelli-
{ gence.
Thanks to my motor, said Brown.
Our motor" the other broke in
. sharply.
ooh, of course, said his colleague
impatiently. Tho motor which you
thought of, and which | reduced tc
practice-call it what you like. "
: Il call it the Brown, Pericord mo-
: tor, cried the inventor, with an angry
g flash III his dark eyes. You worked
j nut the details, but the abstract thought
{ is mine, and mine alone. F."
: An abstract thought won't turn al
G :ngine," said Brown doggedly.
G THAT was why took you into part
e lership." the other retorted, drumming
/ nervously with his fingers upon the ia
g bic. II invent You build 1t is fail
u division Of labor. 7"
! Brown pursed up his lips, as though
q by no means satisfied upon tho point
IL Seeing, however, that further argumen
: was useless, he turned his attention t.
n r,.,plilt,