CHAPTER XXXVII
When they reached the laboratory he wanted to slam the door in Holz’s face, so as to fortify himself inside, but Mr. Holz just had time to whisper the words: “The Princess.”
“What’s that?” said Prokop, turning round sharply.
“She has instructed me to remain with you.”
Prokop was unable to disguise his delighted surprise. “Has she paid you?”
Mr. Holz shook his head and for the first time a smile passed across his parchment-like face. “She gave me her hand,” he said respectfully. “I promised her that nothing should happen to you.”
“Good. Have you got the gun? Now you shall watch the door, Nobody must come in, you understand?”
Mr. Holz nodded and Prokop made a thorough strategical examination of the laboratory, considered as a fortress.
Fairly satisfied, he collected on the table all the metal vessels and boxes which he could get together, and further, to his great delight, discovered a heap of nails. Then he set to work.
The next morning Mr. Carson, with a fine assumption of casualness, wandered down to Prokop’s laboratory. When some distance away he made him out standing in front of the building, evidently
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