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"To the subconscious personality of the only woman for whom he was created, the only woman on earth whose psychic personality is properly attuned to intercept that wireless greeting and respond to it." "How can you tell whether she responds?" asked Sacharissa, incredulously. He pointed to the hair wire of Rosium: "I watch that.
"What are the chemicals for and the tank and hose attachment?" "Think, Mr. Gilland." "I can't; I'm almost stunned by what you tell me." He laughed. "The rosium oxide and salts of strontium are to be dumped into the tank together. They'll effervesce, of course." "Of course," I muttered. "And I can throw a rose-colored spray over any object by the hose attachment, can't I?" "Yes."
Showing What Comes of Disobedience, Rosium, and Flour-Paste About noon Bushwyck Carr bounced into the gymnasium, where the triplets had just finished their fencing lesson. "Did any of you three go into the laboratory this morning?" he demanded, his voice terminating in a sort of musical bellow, like the blast of a mellow French horn on a touring car.
It was on Sunday when I awoke to the realization that I had quitted civilization and was afloat on an unfamiliar body of water in an open boat containing One light steel cage, One rifle and ammunition, One stenographer, Three ounces rosium oxide, One hound-dog, Two valises.
I sprang to my feet just as the professor, jamming on his spectacles, leaned forward and slammed the cage door. "I've got one!" he shouted, frantically. "There's one in the cage! Turn on that hose!" "Wait a second," said Miss Barrison, calmly, uncorking the bottle and pouring a pearly stream of rosium oxide into the tank. "Quick! It's fizzing! Screw on the top!"
Miss Barrison unwrapped the bottle of rosium oxide and loosened the cork. We examined this pearl-and-pink powder and shook it up so that it might run out quickly. Then Miss Barrison sat down, and presently became absorbed in a stenographic report of the proceedings up to date. When Miss Barrison finished her report she handed me the bundle of papers.
"One camera. "One light steel cage, large enough for you to stand in. "One five-pound steel tank, with siphon and hose attachment. "One rifle and ammunition. "Three ounces rosium oxyde. "One ounce chlorate strontium. "You will then, within twenty-four hours, set out with the stenographer and the supplies mentioned and join me in camp on Little Sprite Lake.
Once the professor's muffled voice was heard demanding the wearing apparel, and I groped about and found it and stuffed it through the bars of the cage. "Do you need help?" I shouted. There was no response. Staring around through the thickening vapor of rosium rolling in clouds from the overturned tank, I heard Miss Barrison's voice calling: "I can't move! A transparent lady is holding me!"
You see that slender hairspring of Rosium uncurl and rise, trembling and waving about like a tentacle?" Young Yates, notebook in hand, recovered himself sufficiently to nod. Mr. Carr leered at him: "That tentacle," he explained, "is now seeking some invisible, wireless, psychic current along which it is to transmit the accumulated psychic waves.
"The moment a single pie is disturbed," he said to me, "I shall close the steel door from the inside, and you and Miss Barrison will then dump the rosium oxide and the strontium into the tank, clap on the lid, turn the nozzle of the hose on the cage, and spray it thoroughly. Whatever is invisible in the cage will become visible and of a faint rose color.
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