Oh, I know; I was worrying my way through poor old
Ebor’s papers and things. I’m his executor, you know. Then I got weary
and came out for a whiff of air.” He spoke lightly and with perfect
naturalness. Obviously he was telling the truth. “I prefer specimens to
papers,” he laughed cheerily.
“I know, I know,” said Dr. Stephen, holding a lighted match for the
cigarette. His face wore an expression of content. The experiment had
been a complete success. The memory of the last two hours was wiped out
utterly. Laidlaw was already chatting gaily and easily about a dozen
other things that interested him. Together they went out into the
street, and at his door Dr. Stephen left him with a joke and a wry face
that made his friend laugh heartily.
“Don’t dine on the professor’s old papers by mistake,” he cried, as
he vanished down the street.
Dr. Laidlaw went up to his study at the top of the house. Half way
down he met his housekeeper, Mrs. Fewings. She was flustered and
excited, and her face was very red and perspiring.
“There’ve been burglars here,” she cried excitedly, “or something
funny! All your things is just any’ow, sir. I found everything all
about everywhere!” She was very confused. In this orderly and very
precise establishment it was unusual to find a thing out of place.
“Oh, my specimens!” cried the doctor, dashing up the rest of the
stairs at top speed. “Have they been touched or—”
He flew to the door of the laboratory. Mrs. Fewings panted up
heavily behind him.
“The labatry ain’t been touched,” she explained, breathlessly, “but
they smashed the libry clock and they’ve ‘ung your gold watch, sir, on
the skelinton’s hands. And the books that weren’t no value they flung
out er the window just like so much rubbish. They must have been wild
drunk, Dr. Laidlaw, sir!”
The young scientist made a hurried examination of the rooms. Nothing
of value was missing. He began to wonder what kind of burglars they
were. He looked up sharply at Mrs. Fewings standing in the doorway. For
a moment he seemed to cast about in his mind for something.
“Odd,” he said at length. “I only left here an hour ago and
everything was all right then.”
“Was it, sir? Yes, sir.” She glanced sharply at him.
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