The Poisoned Pen
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第18章

Kharkoff is completely baffled.Your American doctors - two were called in to see Saratovsky - say it is the typhus fever.But Kharkoff knows better.There is no typhus rash.Besides" - and he leaned forward to emphasise his words - " one does not get over typhus in a week and have it again as Saratovsky has." I could see that Kennedy was growing impatient.An idea had occurred to him, and only politeness kept him listening to Kazanovitch longer.

"Doctor," he said, as Kharkoff entered the room again, "do you suppose you could get some perfectly clean test-tubes and sterile bouillon from Miss Nevsky's laboratory? I think I saw a rack of tubes on the table.""Surely," answered Kharkoff.

"You will excuse us, Mr.Kazanovitch," apologised Kennedy briskly, "but I feel that I am going to have a hard day to-morrow and - by the way, would you be so kind as to come up to my laboratory some time during the day, and continue your story."On the way out Craig took the doctor aside for a moment, and they talked earnestly.At last Craig motioned to me.

"Walter," he explained, "Dr.Kharkoff is going to prepare some cultures in the test-tubes to-night so that I can make a microscopic examination of the blood of Saratovsky, Samarova, and later of his servant.The tubes will be ready early in the morning, and I have arranged with the doctor for you to call and get them if you have no objection."I assented, and we started downstairs.As we passed a door on the second floor, a woman's voice called out, "Is that you, Boris?""No, Olga, this is Nicholas," replied the doctor."It is Samarova,"he said to us as he entered.

In a few moments he rejoined us."She is no better," he continued, as we again started away."I may as well tell you, Professor Kennedy, just how matters stand here.Samarova is head over heels in love with Kazanovitch - you heard her call for him just now?

Before they left Paris, Kazanovitch showed some partiality for Olga, but now Nevsky has captured him.She is indeed a fascinating woman, but as for me, if Olga would consent to become Madame Kharkoff, it should be done to-morrow, and she need worry no longer over her broken contract with the American theatre managers.But women are not that way.She prefers the hopeless love.Ah, well, I shall let you know if anything new happens.Good-night, and a thousand thanks for your help, gentlemen."Nothing was said by either of us on our journey uptown, for it was late and I, at least, was tired.

But Kennedy had no intention of going to bed, I found.Instead, he sat down in his easy chair and shaded his eyes, apparently in deep thought.As I stood by the table to fill my pipe for a last smoke, I saw that he was carefully regarding the letter he had picked up, turning it over and over, and apparently debating with himself what to do with it.

"Some kinds of paper can be steamed open without leaving any trace,"he remarked in answer to my unspoken question, laying the letter down before me.

I read the address: "M.Alexander Alexandrovitch Orloff, - Rue de - , Paris, France.""Letter-opening has been raised to a fine art by the secret service agents of foreign countries," he continued."Why not take a chance?

The simple operation of steaming a letter open is followed by reburnishing the flap with a bone instrument, and no trace is left.

I can't do that, for this letter is sealed with wax.One way would be to take a matrix of the seal before breaking the wax and then replace a duplicate of it.No, I won't risk it.I'll try a scientific way."Between two pieces of smooth wood, Craig laid the letter flat, so that the edges projected about a thirty-second of an inch.He flattened the projecting edge of the envelope, then roughened it, and finally slit it open.

"You see, Walter, later I will place the letter back, apply a hair line of strong white gum, and unite the edges of the envelope under pressure.Let us see what we have here."He drew out what seemed to be a manuscript on very thin paper, and spread it out flat on the table before us.Apparently it was a scientific paper on a rather unusual subject, "Spontaneous Generation of Life." It was in longhand and read:

*Many thanks for the copy of the paper by Prof.Betallion of Dijon on the artificial fertilization of the eggs of frogs.I consider it a most important advance in the artificial generation of life.

__________________________________________________________________*In the printed book this is shown as handwritten __________________________________________________________________=20

I will not attempt to reproduce in facsimile the entire manuscript, for it is unnecessary, and, in fact, I merely set down part of its contents here because it seemed so utterly valueless to me at the time.It went on to say:

While Betallion punctured the eggs with a platinum needle and developed them by means of electric discharges, Loeb in America placed eggs of the sea-urchin in a strong solution of sea water, then in a bath where they were subjected to the action of butyric acid.Finally they were placed in ordinary sea water again, where they developed in the natural manner.Delage at Roscorf used a liquid containing salts of magnesia and tannate of ammonia to produce the same result.

In his latest book on the Origin of Life Dr.Charlton Bastian tells of using two solutions.One consisted of two or three drops of dilute sodium silicate with eight drops of liquor fern pernitratis to one ounce of distilled water.The other was composed of the same amount of the silicate with six drops of dilute phosphoric acid and six grains of ammonium phosphate.He filled sterilised tubes, sealed them hermetically, and heated them to 125 or 145 degrees, Centigrade, although 60 or 70 degrees would have killed any bacteria remaining in them.