The St. Johns herald., 1897-05-08
TheGreatBrOWn.P .PeriCOrd Motor
By CONAN DOYLE.
Copyright, 1895, by the AuthOr.l

TCopyright, 1895, by the Author.l
 It was cold, foggy, dreary evening in May Along the Strand blurred patches of light marked the position of the lamps. The flaring shop windows dickereG vaguely with steamy bright ness through the thick and heavy at- nosphere.
 The high lines of houses which lead down to the embankment were all dark snd deserted or illuminated only Dy the glimmering lamp of the caretaKer. At one point, however, there shone out from three windows upon the second floor rich flood of light. which broke inc somber monotony of the terrace. Passengers glanced up curiously and 1rew each others attention to the ruddy glare, for it marked the chambers or Francis Pericord, the inventor and elec- trical engineer. Long into the watches of the night the gleam of his lamps bore witness to the untiring energy and restless industry which were rapidly carrying him to the first rank Ill hls 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 @7ct-c 0E bis Celtic origin. The other, thick, sturdy, and blue eyed, was Jeremy Brown, the well known mechanician. They had been partners in many an in- 7ention. in which the creative genius if the one had been aided by the prac- tical abilities of the other. It was question among their friends as to which was the better man.
 It was no chance visit which had brought Brown into Pericord's work shop at so late all hour. Business was to be done-business which was to de- eide the failure or success of months of work, and which might affect their whole careers. Between them lay a long brown table, stained and corroded by strong acids and Uttered with giant carboys, Faure's accunIulators, voltaic piles coils of wire and great blocks of nonconducting 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 a broad steel girdle furnished on either side with two powerful projecting joints. The girdle was motionless, but the joints, with the short arms attached to ] IL fox with a, pause between each rhythmic turn. The power which moved them came evidently from the metal box. A subtle odor of ozone was ill 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. y
 Aluminium with an alloy of cop per-"
 "Yes."
 "See how beautifully it worksP' Pericord stretched out a thin, nervous hand and pressed button upon the machine The joints revolved moro slowly and came presently to Q dead stop Again he touched a spring and .he arms shiyered and woke up again r+o thoi~ rrien -e-a+olIic light '.The e1perImenter need hot exert hIs muscu- lar powers, '' he remarked. He has 1nlv to 0e pa--ivo and use his iutelE gence.
 Thanks to my motor, said Brown.
 "Our motor," the other broke in sharply.
 "Oh, of course," said his colleague impatiently. "The motor which you thought of, and which I reduced to practice-call it what you like"
 ''I call it the Brown. Pericord mo- tor" '" cried the inventor, with an angry flash ill his dark eyes. ''You worked put the details, but the abstract thought is mine, and mine alone"
 An abstract thought won't turn an sngine," said Brown doggedly.
 ''That was why I took you into part nership," the other retorted, drumming nervously with his fingers upon the ta- ble. "I invent. You build It is a fair division of labor.
 Brown pursed up his lips, as though by no means satisfied upon the point. Seeing, however, that further argument was useless, he turned his attention to