The Professor's House
long chin with meek determination. “Well, this is
how it was, Professor. Mr. Marsellus came here
a stranger, to put in the Edison power plant, just
at the time the city was stirred up about Outland’s
being killed at the front. Everybody was wanting
to do something in recognition of the young man.
You brought Mr. Marsellus to our house and introduced him. After that he came alone, again and
again, and he got round my husband.
Robert
thought he was disinterested, and was only taking a
scientific interest, and he told him a great deal about
what he and Outland had been working on. Then
Rosamond’s lawyers came for the papers. Tom
Outland had no laboratory of his own. He was
allowed the use of a room in the physics building, at
my husband’s request. He wanted to be there, because he constantly needed Robert’s help. The first
thing we knew, your daughter’s engagement to
Marsellus was announced, and then we heard that
all Outland’s papers had been given over to him.”
Here St. Peter anticipated her. “But, Mrs. Crane, your husband couldn’t, and wouldn’t, have kept Tom’s papers. They had to be given over to his executor, who was my daughter’s attorney.”
“Well, I could have kept them, if he couldn’t!”— Mrs. Crane threw up her head as if to show that the worm had turned at last—“kept them until justice was done us, and some recognition had been made of my husband’s part in all that research work. If
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