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"Until recently chemistry was powerless to solve the enigma, the microscope to detect its presence, or pathology to explain the reason for its deadly effect. And even now, about all we know is that autopsical research reveals absolutely nothing but the general disorganisation of the blood corpuscles.
The blocks form, with the mortar, a conglomerate so compact that when struck with a hammer they break without separating. Examination of fragments under the microscope prove that they have gone through important mineralogical transformations, under the influence of what must have been an extremely high temperature.
Anger at defeat burned through Brion. Even faced with failure, he refused to accept it. He reached over her shoulder and savagely twisted the turret of microscope until the longest lens was in position. "If you can't see anything try the high power! It's there I know it's there! I'll get you a tissue specimen." He turned back to the disemboweled cadaver.
He looked up from his study of the microscope to Long Sin. "Tell me just how it happened that you got this bomb," he asked. Without hesitation, the Chinaman recited the circumstances, beginning with the note by which he had been summoned. "A note?" repeated Kennedy, eagerly. "Was it typewritten?" Long Sin reached into his pocket and produced the note itself, which he had not burned.
But, I figured, she certainly had a part in the plot. While I was engaged in the vain effort to unravel the tragic affair by pure reason, Kennedy was at work with practical science. He began by examining the little dark cylinder on the end of the reed. On a piece of the stuff, broken off, he poured a dark liquid from a brown-glass bottle. Then he placed it under a microscope.
It gives us the telescope and the microscope, by whose agency we are able to appreciate, even though but imperfectly, the immensity of creation on the one hand, and its infinity on the other.
He knew every track in the snow or on the ground, and what creature had taken this path before him. One must submit abjectly to such a guide, and the reward was great. Under his arm he carried an old music-book to press plants; in his pocket, his diary and pencil, a spy-glass for birds, microscope, jack-knife, and twine.
Clotilde felt as though she had been laid entire upon a slide of his microscope. Aurora at length broke her reverie. "Clotilde," she spoke in French "the matter with you is that you have no heart. You never did have any. Really and truly, you do not care whether 'Sieur Frowenfel' lives or dies. You do not care how he is or where he is this minute. I wish you had some of my too large heart.
So that the yeast plant is a plant belonging to a group of the Fungi, multiplying and growing and living in this very remarkable manner in the sugary fluid which is, so to speak, the nidus or home of the yeast. That, in a few words, is, as far as investigation by the help of one's eye and by the help of the microscope has taken us.
"Gentlemen, I cannot make you appreciate my emotions, when all at once I remembered I was looking through a microscope. I had forgotten entirely my situation, absorbed in the scene before me. And then, abruptly, a great realization came upon me the realization that everything I saw was inside that ring. I was unnerved for the moment at the importance of my discovery.
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