Thebellceases.Thelionsighswithreliefandlayshisheadoncemoreuponhisheavypaws:"NowIsleep!"

    Then,fromuhebedcurtains,ohersideofthebed,beginstopouraveritabletorrentthatquicklyformsintodark,viscous,lividpuddlesonthefloor.

    But,beforeyouaccusetheArchdukeoftheunspeakable,dipyerinthepuddleandlickit.

    Delicious!

    Forthesearestickypuddlesoffreshlysqueezedgrapejuidapplejuidpeachjuice,juiceofplum,pear,orraspberry,strawberry,cherryripe,blackberry,blackcurrant,whitecurrant,red...Theroombrimswiththedeliciousripesmerpuddihough,outside,onthefrozeheravenstillcreaksouthismelancholycall:

    "PoorTomsa-cold!"

    Anditismidwinter.

    NightNight,anoldwomaninm,withbig,blags,camebeatingagainstthewindow;theykeptheroutwithlampsanddles.

    Whebatothelaboratory,NedKellyfoundthatDrDeehadnoddedofftosleepastheoldmanoftendidnowadaystowardstheendoftheday,thecrystalballhavingrolledfrompalmtolapashelaybatheblackoakchair,andnow,asheshiftedattheimpulseofadream,itrolledagainoffhislap,downontothefloor,whereitlahasoftthumpontherushes--noharmdone--alecalicocatdisableditatohaswiftblowhtpaw,theoplaywithit,battingitthatwayandthisbeforesheadmihecoupdegrace.

    Withagustysigh,Kellyoncemoreaddressedhissgdisc,althoughtodayhefeltbarrenofiion.Hereflectedironicallythat,ifjustsomuchasoheryangelever,eveime,shouldescapethesgdisdflutterintothelaboratory,thecatwouldsurelygetit.

    Not,Kellykhatsuchathingossible.

    IfyoucouldseeinsideKellysbrain,youwoulddisc