Sucks books

I fancied I saw a touch of
professional jealousy in their manner, at least on the part of Dr.
Ross. Masterson came, as usual ignoring the seriousness of the
matter and accusing us all of conspiring to keep him from the
first night of a light opera which was opening. Mrs. Maitland
followed, the unaccustomed pallor of her face heightened by the
plain black dress. I felt most uncomfortable, as indeed I think
the rest did. She merely inclined her head to Masterson, seemed
almost to avoid the eye of Dr. Ross, glared at Dr. Leslie, and
absolutely ignored me.
Craig had been standing aloof at his laboratory table, beyond a
nod of recognition paying little attention to anything. He seemed
to be in no hurry to begin.
"Great as science is," he commenced, at length, "it is yet far
removed from perfection. There are, for instance, substances so
mysterious, subtle, and dangerous as to set the most delicate
tests and powerful lenses at naught, while they carry death most
horrible in their train."
He could scarcely have chosen his opening words with more effect.


Pages:
15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39