“To me it seems as though poor Beryl were struck down in the same way as myself.”
“But you say that you felt nothing on entering—only on leaving?” inquired Hoefer, his eyes seeming to grow larger behind his great glasses.
“Only on leaving,” she assured him.
“Strange!” he ejaculated. “Let us see the room. We may, perhaps, obtain a clue to this mysterious ailment from which your cousin is suffering.”
“But she is not dead?” I asked in doubt.
“No,” he responded. “The last injection must be given time to take effect. We can only hope for the best.”
“But the electric battery?” I suggested. “Could we not try that?”
“Useless, my dear friend,” he responded; “it would kill her. Let us see the room of mystery.”
The baronet’s wife conducted us along the hall to the further end, where she opened the door, herself drawing back.
“What!” I inquired. “You fear to enter?”