The Mystery of a Studio, Chapter 6

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​‌⁠The Thinking Machine drew Detective Mallory and Hatch to one side, out of immediate range of any person who might rush out, then pulled the closet door open. A cloud of suffocating fumes—the sweet, sickening odor of chloroform—gushed out, but there was no sound from inside. The detective looked at The Thinking Machine inquiringly.

Carefully, almost gingerly, the scientist peered around the edge of