She, alone in a secret chamber filled with scientific equipment she has discovered over her bedroom, divines its evil purpose—to record evidence from below which would compromise and destroy her. Enter the villain, and in the ensuing confrontation he describes the moment, years ago, when he fell in love with her and began to hatch his elaborate plot. “You were reading aloud, to a circle of savants, a chapter from a French journal, reviving, with the vivacity and elegance peculiar to the scientific literature of France, the old discoveries of Chladni. . . . The hand which held the pamphlet was a delicate, a beautiful hand, sparkling with diamonds, and blushing with the same intellectual enthusiasm which inspired a melodious voice that warbled, more than it uttered, the mellow periods of the author. The
Future Perfect, by H. Bruce Franklin. Oxford, $6.50




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