But before you sit down again, please unlock that door." "Why ?" he asked, pausing on his way to the chair.
"Because I wish it open." "And I," he said in a higher tone, "wish it to remain locked until we have come to some understanding.

I can't let you go out now; but I shall permit you to go unmolested as soon as you have made some explanation to me." "If you do not unlock the door immediately I shall take this machine and fling it through the front window out on the street.

The crashing glass on the pavement will soon bring someone to my rescue, Professor, and, as I have a voice of my own and small hesitation about shouting, I shall have little difficulty in directing the strangers where to come." As Jennie spoke she moved swiftly towards the table on which stood the strange aggregation of reflectors and bent glass tubing.
"No, no, no!" screamed the Professor, springing between her and the table.

"Touch anything but that--anything but that.

Do not disturb it an inch--there is danger--death not only to you and me, but perhaps to the whole city.