As soon as it was fully dark, the detachment was set in motion.
Sentries were posted on either side of the alley to prevent any
one from entering, and one by one the arresting party swept down
through the passage from the alley and they made their way, with
Frank as guide, to the oaken door. Here they paused and listened.
Far from being empty, as on the night before, there were sounds in
the room that amounted almost to tumult. Loud exclamations were
interspersed with bursts of laughter. The main note seemed to be
approval. Some one who aroused the enthusiasm of his hearers was
speaking.
Slowly, very slowly, Lieutenant Winter, who was in charge, drew
the door open by imperceptible degrees. It was the doctor himself
who was holding forth, almost with frenzy. His gestures were wild
and his words came so fast as to make his speech almost
incoherent.
But the listeners caught enough from that wild torrent of words to
know that their darkest suspicions were more than justified. The
man was gloating over his wickedness, over the deaths that had
already resulted, and the deaths he hoped to cause through his
diabolical discovery.
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