The Open Purse
This is a tale of intrigue, mystery and sexual discovery...
I felt a hand shaking me and an increasingly loud voice saying, “Professor, professor.” It was Arthur, my assistant. He was trying to wake me up. With a groan, I struggled up from my lab floor, wondering what had just happened. My laboratory was a mess, with broken glass everywhere. At the rear of the room, a boiler had exploded. Steam still whistled from a broken pipe. Without thinking, I closed a valve, instantly stoppi...
