He started quickly and turned to me, his countenance slightly paler.
“Repeat that,” he said quietly.
I did so. I told him how I had followed him to Foley Street, of the screams and words I had heard while standing in the fog outside the house.
“H’m. So you think I’m guilty of the crime, eh?” he said simply.
“I repeat the girl’s allegation against you,” I said. “And yet this same girl now declares that the Professor is not dead!” Then I added: “He was dead when we were together in the laboratory, was he not? Come, speak plainly!”
“Certainly he was!”
“And men do not come to life again when once dead, do they?”
“But this is an unusual case, I tell you. He—”
“However unusual, you cannot alter the laws of life and death,” I declared.
“Well, my dear Holford, how I wish I could reveal to you one simple truth. It would astound you, no doubt, but it would at the same time alter your opinion of me.”