We don't know what he's done since then, sir, but his furnace has been a-roarin', and his big chimney spoutin' smoke like a Birmingham factory.

When night came we could see his figure against the light, a-workin' and a-heavin' like a man possessed.

No dinner would he have, but work, and work, and work.

Now it's all quiet, and the furnace cold, and no smoke from above, but we can't get no answer from him, sir, so we are scared, and Miller has gone for the police, and I came away for you." They reached the Hall as the butler finished his explanation, and there outside the laboratory door stood the little knot of footmen and ostlers, while the village policeman, who had just arrived, was holding his bull's-eye to the keyhole, and endeavouring to peep through.
"The key is half-turned," he said.

"I can't see nothing except just the light." "Here's Mr.McIntyre," cried half-a-dozen voices, as Robert came forward.
"We'll have to beat the door in, sir," said the policeman.