The Weavers

Chapter 25

THE VOICE THROUGH THE DOOR

That night Soolsby tapped at the door of the lighted laboratory of the

Cloistered House where Lord Eglington was at work; opened it, peered in,

and stepped inside.

With a glass retort in his hand Eglington faced him. "What's this--what

do you want?" he demanded.

"I want to try an experiment," answered Soolsby grimly.

"Ah, a scientific turn!" rejoined Eglington coolly--looking at him

narrowly, however. He was conscious of danger of some kind.

Then for a minute neither spoke. Now that Soolsby had come to the moment

for which he had waited for so many years, the situation was not what he

had so often prefigured. The words he had chosen long ago were gone from

his memory; in his ignorance of what had been a commonplace to Soolsby's

dark reflection so lon