I have
seldom been to the laboratory of late, but I had begun to suspect that the
Professor was planning treachery, preparing to try the Bacillus upon other
women. He had been so impatient because I had not gone often enough, that
he might make his records, his comparisons, his tests--I don't know what
flummery. All at once he ceased his importunities; some instinct taught me
that he was about to seek a more tractable subject. I was resolved that if
he did contemplate such injustice, I should put a stop to it. And I went
to watch him.
Was that wrong? Why, he had promised me that I should have pioneer's
rights in the realm of beauty. Sole possession was to be my reward? I had
the right to hold him to his promise. But I didn't think--
Yesterday I spoke to Prof. Darmstetter. That was how it came about. He had
looked disconcerted at my appearance in the laboratory, and my suspicions
had suddenly grown to certainty. I said to him:--
"I wish to see you alone."
A guilty look came to his face. I was watching him as he had watched me
before the great change, and when he started at my words I knew he was
thinking of playing me false; his conscience must have warned him that I
had read his thoughts.
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