“But what took his hair off?”
“Oh, the ‘X’ ray; it sometimes has that effect,” said the professor calmly.
Mr. Hurd turned to Christopher: “You don’t mean to tell me—” he paused eloquently.
“Yes, I was experimenting with the ‘X’ ray—having my brain cathodographed,” he answered humbly.
Maria had entered unperceived: “You mean that you had your skull pictured; you haven’t any brain, Christopher; the ‘X’ ray makes but a slight shadow of soft substances, and none of a vacuum,” said she sweetly.
Said Christopher, in an aside to the professor:
“I told you that you didn’t know my Maria! My! Won’t I catch it, though!”
AN AVERTED TRAGEDY.
Merna Wood stood leaning against the jamb in the open doorway.
The morning-glory vines made a very effective draping for a very pretty picture; the attitude was the acme of indolence, which an indescribable expression of alertness belied.