The Black Box by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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"You are very kind, Professor," Quest observed, flicking the ash from his
cigar. "Not at all," the other insisted. "Not at all. I have the greatest admiration for your methods." "I am sorry," Quest remarked, "that our first meeting here should be under such distressing circumstances." The Professor nodded gravely. He glanced towards his brother, who was talking to an acquaintance a few feet away. "It has been a most melancholy occasion," he admitted, his voice shaking with emotion. "Still, I felt it my duty to support my brother through the trial. Apart from that, you know, Mr. Quest, a scene such as we have just witnessed has a peculiar--I might almost say fascination for me," the Professor continued, with a little glint in his eyes. "You, as a man of science, can realise, I am sure, that the criminal side of human nature is always of interest to an anthropologist." "That must be so, of course," Quest agreed, glancing towards the automobile in which Lenora was seated. "If you'll excuse me, Professor, I think I must be getting along. We shall meet again, I trust." "One moment," the Professor begged eagerly. "Tell me, Mr. Quest--I want your honest opinion. What do you think of my ape?" "Of your what?" Quest enquired dubiously. "Of my anthropoid ape which I have just sent to the museum. You know my |
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