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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.