Challenger, Professor (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Science fiction
"My good Summerlee, this etheric poison is most certainly influenced by
material agents. We see it in the methods and distribution of the
outbreak. We should not _a priori_ have expected it, but it is
undoubtedly a fact. Hence I am strongly of opinion that a gas like
oxygen, which increases the vitality and the resisting power of the body,
would be extremely likely to delay the action of what you have so happily
named the daturon. It may be that I am mistaken, but I have every
confidence in the correctness of my reasoning."
"Well," said Lord John, "if we've got to sit suckin' at those tubes like
so many babies with their bottles, I'm not takin' any."
"There will be no need for that," Challenger answered. "We have made
arrangements--it is to my wife that you chiefly owe it--that her boudoir
shall be made as airtight as is practicable. With matting and varnished
paper."
"Good heavens, Challenger, you don't suppose you can keep out ether with
varnished paper?"
"Really, my worthy friend, you are a trifle perverse in missing the
point. It is not to keep out the ether that we have gone to such
trouble. It is to keep in the oxygen. I trust that if we can ensure an
atmosphere hyper-oxygenated to a certain point, we may be able to retain
our senses. I had two tubes of the gas and you have brought me three
more. It is not much, but it is something."
"How long will they last?"
"I have not an idea. We will not turn them on until our symptoms become
unbearable. Then we shall dole the gas out as it is urgently needed. It
may give us some hours, possibly even some days, on which we may look out
upon a blasted world. Our own fate is delayed to that extent, and we
will have the very singular experience, we five, of being, in all
probability, the absolute rear guard of the human race upon its march
into the unknown. Perhaps you will be kind enough now to give me a hand
with the cylinders. It seems to me that the atmosphere already grows
somewhat more oppressive."
Chapter III
SUBMERGED
The chamber which was destined to be the scene of our unforgettable
experience was a charmingly feminine sitting-room, some fourteen or
sixteen feet square. At the end of it, divided by a curtain of red
velvet, was a small apartment which formed the Professor's dressing-room.
This in turn opened into a large bedroom. The curtain was still hanging,
but the boudoir and dressing-room could be taken as one chamber for the
purposes of our experiment. One door and the window frame had been
plastered round with varnished paper so as to be practically sealed.
Above the other door, which opened on to the landing, there hung a
fanlight which could be drawn by a cord when some ventilation became
absolutely necessary. A large shrub in a tub stood in each corner.
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