The air was filled with the peculiar acid smell of ozone.
"The power there is immense," said Raffles Haw, superintending the process, with his watch upon the palm of his hand.

"It would reduce an organic substance to protyle instantly.

It is well to understand the mechanism thoroughly, for any mistake might be a grave matter for the operator.

You are dealing with gigantic forces.

But you perceive that the lead is already beginning to turn." Silvery dew-like drops had indeed begun to form upon the dull-coloured mass, and to drop with a tinkle and splash into the glass troughs.
Slowly the lead melted away, like an icicle in the sun, the electrodes ever closing upon it as it contracted, until they came together in the centre, and a row of pools of quicksilver had taken the place of the solid metal.