Then he began to laugh, high-pitched laughter, in little short
peals.
"Here!" cried the doctor sharply. "Drop that!"
Crossing to Andrews, he grasped him by the shoulders and shook
him roughly.
The laughter ceased, and:
"Send for the police," said Andrews in a queer, shaky voice.
"Dinna fear but I'm ready. I'm only sorry it happened here."
"You ought to be glad," said Dr. Kreener.
There was a covert meaning in the words--a fact which penetrated
even to the dulled intelligence of the Scotsman, for he glanced
up haggardly at his friend.
"You ought to be glad," repeated Dr. Kreener.
Turning, he walked to the laboratory door and locked it. He next
lowered all the blinds.
"I pray that we have not been observed," he said, "but we must
chance it."
He mixed a drink for Andrews and himself. His quiet, decisive
manner had had its effect, and Andrews was now more composed.
Indeed, he seemed to be in a half-dazed condition; but he
persistently kept his back turned to the crouching figure propped
up against the settee.
"If you think you can follow me," said Dr. Kreener abruptly, "I
will show you the result of a recent experiment."
Unlocking a cupboard, he took out a tiny figure some two inches
long by one inch high, mounted upon a polished wooden pedestal.
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