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asts who had brought it to such perfection; in fact, Turnbull was busy making up these personal and topographical particulars. As the doctor did not ask the question, he grew slightly uneasy, and risked the question: “I hope you will accept my assurance that the thing was an accident and that no intrusion was meant.”

“Oh, yes, sir,” replied the doctor, smiling, “I accept everything that you say.”

“In that case,” said Turnbull, rising genially, “we must not further interrupt your important duties. I suppose there will be some one to let us out?”

“No,” said the doctor, still smiling steadily and pleasantly, “there will be no one to let you out.”

“Can we let ourselves out, then?” asked Turnbull, in some surprise.

“Why, of course not,” said the beaming scientist; “think how dangerous that would be in a place like this.”

“Then, how the devil are we to get out?” cried Turnbull, losing his manners for the first time.

“It is a question of time, of receptivity, and treatment,” said the doctor, arching his eyebrows