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Freeman, R. Austin (Richard Austin), 1862-1943

"The Vanishing Man"

Suddenly he rose. "Now,
Polton," he said sharply; "get the hypo on as quickly as you can."
Polton, who had been waiting with his hand on the stop-cock of the
drain-tube, rapidly ran off the developer into the bucket and flooded
the paper with the fixing solution.
"Now we can look at it at our leisure," said Thorndyke. After waiting a
few seconds, he switched on one of the glow-lamps, and as the flood of
light fell on the photograph, he added: "You see we haven't quite lost
the skeleton."
"No." Dr. Norbury put on a pair of spectacles and bent down over the
tray; and at this moment I felt Ruth's hand touch my arm, lightly, at
first, and then with a strong, nervous grasp; and I could feel that her
hand was trembling. I looked round at her anxiously and saw that she had
turned deathly pale.
"Would you rather go out into the gallery?" I asked; for the room with
its tightly shut windows was close and hot.
"No," she replied quietly, "I will stay here. I am quite well." But
still she kept hold of my arm.
Thorndyke glanced at her keenly and then looked away as Dr.


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