The Mystery of M. FelixFarjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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The Mystery of M. Felix
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
in Regent Street, he confided to me that he was in temporary want of
funds, and I lent him all the money I had about me, some fifteen or
sixteen pounds. Then we dined, and he paid for the dinner. Over the
meal he talked more frequently than he was in the habit of doing of
his invention. "It is near completion," he said, "and before I go to
bed I intend to make some experiments which I am in hopes will put the
finishing touch to it." Then he looked at me searchingly and
thoughtfully, and said I might accompany him home if I liked, and
assist in the experiments. Burning with curiosity, and delighted at
this mark of his confidence, I gladly consented, and we issued forth
and proceeded to his rooms, which, singularly enough, were in
Glasshouse Street, at no very great distance from the house in which
M. Felix lived. On our way he purchased two bottles of brandy,
remarking that even when the soul was in its highest state of
exaltation the body required nourishment and sustaining. I acquiesced.
He lived on the second floor, in two rooms, one his bedroom, the other
the room in which he conducted his experiments. There was no evidences
of the nature of these experiments visible, and he explained this to
me by stating that, distrusting his housekeeper, he kept them in his
cupboard. The first thing he did was to light a large fire; then he
brought forth a brass frying-pan, upon which he emptied a packet of
powder. "You must not be frightened at what I am about to do," he
said. "There is no very great danger in it, but it needs courage."
Being already primed with the wine we had at dinner, and with three
glasses of the brandy he had purchased, I told him I was prepared for
anything. Then he informed me that his experiments must be made
without light from candle or lamp; so that, with the exception of the
fire, we were in darkness. Then he put the brass frying-pan on the
fire, and a blue vapor floated through the room. I felt a little
nervous, but I would not confess it, and I helped myself to another
glass of brandy, and puffed away at a very large and very strong cigar
with which he presented me. He bade me sit in a particular chair by a
little table (upon which he considerately placed the two bottles of
brandy, one by this time half empty), and he drew around me upon the
floor, which was destitute of carpet, a circle with a piece of
billiard chalk, and said that as long as I did not move outside that
charmed circle I should be safe. "Help yourself to some more brandy,"
he said, "and do not be frightened." I obeyed him as to the brandy,
but I must confess I was in great trepidation, more especially as the
dim objects in the room appeared to be going round and round. He threw
some more powder into the brass frying-pan, and this time the vapor
was green. He then asked me if I had anything in the shape of metal
upon my person, and I answered yes, of course; upon which he stated
that I might be in danger unless I divested myself of them, as he was
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