In order to see it to better advantage, and also that he might feed it, the professor had a ladder by which he could ascend to a small platform in front of the bell-shaped mouth of the blossom.
"It is time to give my pet its meal," he announced, as if he were speaking of some favorite horse. "Want to come up and watch it eat?"
"No, thank you," responded Adams. "It's too uncanny."
The professor took a large steak, one of the three which the butcher boy had left that day. Holding it in his hand, he climbed up the ladder and was soon on the platform in front of the plant.
Adams watched him curiously. The professor leaned over to toss the steak into the yawning mouth of the flower.
Suddenly Adams saw him totter, throw his arms wildly in the air, and then, as if drawn by some overpowering force, he fell forward, lost his balance, and toppled into the maw of the pitcher plant!
There was a jar to the stalk and blossom as the professor fell within. He went head first into the tube, or eating apparatus of the strange plant, his legs sticking out for an instant, kicking wildly. Then he disappeared entirely.
Adams didn't know whether to laugh or be alarmed.
He mounted the ladder, and stood in amazement before the result of the professor's work as he looked down into the depth of the gigantic, flower, increased a hundred times in size.
He was aware of a strange, sickish-sweet odor that seemed to steal over his senses. It was lulling him to sleep, and he fought against it. Then he looked down and saw that the huge hairs or filaments with which the tube was lined were in violent motion.
He could just discern the professor's feet about three feet below the rim of the flower. They were kicking, but with a force growing less every second. The filaments seemed to be winding about the professors legs, holding him in a deadly embrace.
Then the top cover, or flap of the plant, closed down suddenly. The professor was a prisoner inside.
The plant had turned cannibal and eaten the man who had grown it!
For an instant, fear deprived Adams of reason. He did not know what to do. Then the awful plight of his friend brought back his senses.
"Professor!" he shouted. "Are you alive? Can you hear me?"
"Yes," came back in faint and muffled tones. "This beast has me, all right."
Then followed a series of violent struggles that shook the plant.
"I'll get you out! Where's an ax? I'll chop the cursed plant to pieces!" cried Adams.
"Don't! Don't!" came in almost pleading tones from the imprisoned professor.
"Don't what?"
"Don't hurt my pet!"
"Your pet!" snorted Adams angrily. "Nice kind of a pet you have! One that tries to eat you alive! But I've got to do something if I want to save you. Where's the ax?"
"No! No!" begged the professor, his voice becoming more and more muffled. "Use chloroform."
"Use what?"
"Chloroform! You'll find some in the closet."
Then Adams saw what the professor's idea was. The plant could be made insensible, and the imprisoned man released with no harm to the blossom.
He raced down the ladder, ran to a closet where he had seen the professor's stock of drugs and chemicals stowed away on the occasion of former visits, and grabbed a big bottle of chloroform. He caught up a towel and ran back up the ladder.
Not a sign of the professor could be seen. The plant had swallowed him up, but by the motion and swaying of the flower Adams knew his friend was yet alive.
He was in some doubt as to the success of this method, and would rather have taken an ax and chopped a hole in the side of the blossom, thus releasing the captive. But he decided to obey the professor.
Saturating the towel well with the chloroform, and holding his nose away from it, he pressed the wet cloth over the top of the blossom where the lid touched the edge of the bloom.
