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T, a practiced handler of chemicals. Monsieur, you will do what yonder
bungler failed to do--you will, if you please, combine these chemicals."
"I will not!" The Doctor's temper was roused; the thought that he had
been so tricked made him forget the danger he was in. He spoke without
any signs of fear now, and faced the pair. Comprehension he had not, but
suspicion he had, and he spoke it out hardily. "I will not!" he
repeated. "Whatever villainy it is that you perpetrate here, I will have
no hand in it. To whatever atrocious use it is that you design to put
the things you speak of, I say that I am glad that they have turned upon
one scoundrel at least. It is useless to put these chemicals before
me--I swear that I will not touch them! I would sooner cut off my right
hand!" "_Ma foi_, monsieur"--again the elder man smiled!--"you are
likely, if you remain obstinate, to lose more than that! Come--consider,
sir,--reflect. You are helpless, and we are impatient; your summer
nights are short, and we have much to do. Come, then--speak!" "Ah,"
cried the younger man suddenly, but in the suppressed tones which both
seemed to use habitually--"Hush!" Doctor Brudenell had heard
nothing--could hear nothing, although he li