“Remember,” said Mr. Niksab, as he handed him a glass of liquid, which he put to his lips and quickly drained. “Remember,” he again repeated, as he took the empty glass and placed it on the stand. “It is Memory we are cultivating. Memory, John; Memory.”
“With your Honor’s consent we will take this subject into the reflection-room,” said the great scientist. “He is one with whom we have been experimenting.”
Mr. Niksab and the scientist supported Mr. Ecarg on either side.
“‘Memory Fluid’ is beginning to do its work, and remorse of conscience makes him limp,” said Mr. Niksab.
“This is a great world—a wonderful age of scientific discovery. Pass, gentlemen, into the reflection-room. Pass at once. I am rejoiced to know that we have another clue which may in some way lead to valuable information concerning the one subject which is consuming the greater part of our present investigations,” concluded the Governor.
Mr. Ecarg very much resembled a man who, after years of dissipation was now entering upon one of his big monthly or weekly drunks.
As the trio was passing from the Governor’s presence, the scientist said:
“Does memory not recall this man, your Honor? I am sure of him. A glorious victory is close at hand.”
In a thoughtful mood the Governor followed them to the door, through which they disappeared from view, but he made no response to the scientist’s question.