The cracking has ceased. Layder goes out, ostensibly to see if he can procure another jar.
In his absence the ladies observe that the ‘cracking thing,’ whatever it was, has left a nasty smell in the room.
The Professor, with a smile, thinks that he can obviate this unpleasantness. He has come across a fluid among the chemicals labelled “Parfum du Paradis.” The direction upon it is simply, “Pour it out into a saucer, and everyone will be delighted at the refreshing and delicious odour which will instantaneously pervade even the largest apartment.”
The Professor, after uncorking and putting his nose to it, pronounces his opinion that the liquid is inodorous, and must have been kept too long in bottle.
“However,” says he, “I will follow the direction.”
Forthwith he pours it out.
“BUST UP.”
The next minute we are all cramming our handkerchiefs to our faces, and making for the door.
“Open the windows!” cries Medford, in a fit of coughing.