The Washington times., 1915-06-14

showed no signs of damage He turn
ed TO the professor.
II think you are the only one who
viii be able to appreciate this, pro-
fessor," he remarked. Look! 1t is
wonderful specimen of opotan."
Everyone looked puzzled.
opotan?"
have been directing a great deal Of
attention lately. 1t has the power of
collecting all the electricity from the
air around us. There are a iozen
people. at the present moment, con-
Quoting experiments with II for the
II we had been in the room ten sec
onds sooner"
He paused significantly. Then he
swung round on his heel Craig, a now
pitiful object. his hands nervously
ing In the background.
Your last little effort. Craig?" he
demanded, sternly.
Craig made no reply. The professor,
who had disappeared for a moment.
There Is smaller room across the
hall. he said. which will do for our
Craig suddenly turned and faced them.
II have nothing to tell you you. Do
what you will with me. Take me to the
Tombs, deal with me any way you
choose. but have nothing to say"
French smiled a little grimly.
I'VE may make you change your mind
when we get you there" he remarked.
No one will ever make me change
my mind" the man replied. This is
Quest pointed threatening finger at
him.
your last voluntary word, perhaps" ="
he said. but science is still your mas
ter. Craig. Science, has brought many
It's turn with you: Bring him along
dealing with him."
Quest felt his forehead and found 1t
damp. There were dark rims under his
eyes, Before him was Craig. with a
little band around his forehead and the
mirror where they could all see It. The
professor stood a little in the back
ground. Laura and French were side
by side, gazing with distended eyes at
ing her best to soothe the terrified girl;
Twice Quest teeth came together and
once he almost reeled.
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Craig's resistance begin to weaken. The
tenseness of his form relaxed, Quest 8
will was triumphing Slowly In the
mirror they saw little picture creeping
from the outline into definite form, a
picture Of the professor library. Craig
himself was there with mortar and
trowel. and a black box in his hand.
IT'S coming" Lenora moaned.
Quest stood perfectly tense. The pic
ture suddenly flashed into brilliant
clearness. They saw Craig's features
with almost lifelike detail. From the
corner of that room where the pro-
fessor was standing. came a smothered
groan. It was a terrifying, a paralyz-
ing moment. Even the silence seemed
charged with awful things. Then sud-
denly, without any warning, the pic
ture faded completely away. A cry,
which was almost a howl of anger;
broke from Quests lips. Craig had
fallen sideways from his chair. There
was an ominous change in his face.
Something seemed to have passed from
the atmosphere Of the ROOM some tense
and nameless quality. Quest moved for
ward and laid his hand on Craig's heart.
The girl was on her knees, screaming.
Take her away" Quest whispered to
Lenora.
What about him." French demanded.
as Lenora led the girl from the room.
He fought too hard" Quest said.
gravely. "He is dead. Professor
They all looked around. The spot
where he had been standing was empty.
The professor had gone.