This morning when Strong approached the laboratory at
the usual time he was surprised to see that though it was broad
daylight there was a light burning. He was alarmed and before
going in looked through the window. The sight that he saw froze
him. There lay Cushing on a workbench and beside him and around
him pools of coagulating blood. The door was not locked, as we
found afterward, but the young man did not stop to enter. He ran
to me and, fortunately, I met him at our door. I went back.
"We opened the unlocked door. The first thing, as I recall it,
that greeted me was an unmistakable odour of oranges. It was a
very penetrating and very peculiar odour. I didn't understand it,
for there seemed to be something else in it besides the orange
smell. However, I soon found out what it was, or at least Strong
did. I don't know whether you know anything about it, but it seems
that when you melt real rubber in the effort to reduce it to
carbon and hydrogen, you get a liquid substance which is known as
isoprene.
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