"The man is here," Lord Malvin said, "the man is here. Guy Rathbone lies dying and prisoned in this accursed house. Sir Harold Oliver, I will ask you to remain with these ladies while I will go forth and solve this horrid mystery."
He looked round with a weary, questioning eye, seeking who should be his companion, and as he did so young Lord Landsend touched him on the arm and smiled.
"Come, my dear boy," the old man said with a melancholy smile of kindness, "you are just the man I want; come with me."
Then, before he left the laboratory, he spoke a few rapid words in French to one or two of the foreign scientists.
Upon that, these gentlemen went down among the strange and fantastic apparatus upon the tables and lifted up That which but a few minutes ago had held the soul and the personality of Sir William Gouldesbrough. They carried the long, limp, terrible dead Thing to the other end of the room, where there was a screen.
CHAPTER XXVI
TWO FINAL PICTURES
There are two things to record—
(1)