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Updated: May 3, 2025
The Kellner and the barmaid whispered to each other outside the door their astonishment at such proceedings on the part of a Regius Professor of the ancient university of Kleinplatz. They had still more to whisper about afterwards, for the learned man cracked the Kellner's crown, and kissed the barmaid behind the kitchen door.
"But you've explained all this to us fully," he exclaimed sharply, indicating the cube and the guns. "We could duplicate that if we liked." "Yes, you could, Mr. Latham," replied Mr. Wynne slowly, "but you can't duplicate the brain that isolated absolutely pure carbon from the charred residue of brown sugar. That brain was Mr. Kellner's; the secret died with him!"
"Still, I think there is something that wants explaining about Mr. Kellner," said Zena, "You evidently thought so too, Murray, since you made such minute inquiries about him." "I do not think there is anything against him," I answered. "I am not very interested in Kellner's past," said the professor, "and as we cannot get hold of Small we must do a little guessing."
"No, I'm not going to stop to clear my baggage now. You can do that for me to-morrow, Bunny, like a dear good pal." "Any time you like," said I, giving him my arm. "But where shall we dine? Kellner's? Neapolo's? The Carlton or the Club?" But Raffles shook his head at one and all. "I don't want to dine at all," he said. "I know what I want!"
But as the terror or having her father's name mentioned in connection with Herr Kellner's once more returned to her, she added, pleadingly, "And you WILL be careful when you leave the house?" "Yes, indeed," said Haeberlein. "See what a disguise I have." He hastily donned the black wig, mustache and eyebrows, and the long Italian cloak. Erica looked at him critically.
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