PART I

I

In my third term at Newnham I was already Professor Blair’s favourite

pupil. Later, he wasted a great deal of time praising my slight figure

and my piquant face, with its big round grey eyes and their long black

lashes; but the first attraction was my singular gift. Few men, and, I

believe, no other women, could approach me in one of the most priceless

qualifications for scientific study, the faculty of apprehending

minute differences. My memory was poor, extraordinarily so; I had

the utmost trouble to enter Cambridge at all. But I could adjust a

micrometer better than either students or professor, and read a vernier

with an accuracy to which none of them could even aspire. To this I

added a faculty of subconscious calculation which was really uncanny.

If I were engaged in keeping a solution between (say) 70° and 80° I had

no need to watch the thermometer. Automatically I became aware that the

mercury was close to the limit, and would go over from my other work

and adjust the Bunsen without a thought.

More remarkable still, if any object were placed on my bench without

my knowledge and then removed, I could, if asked within a few minutes,

describe the object roughly, especially distinguishing the shape of

its base and the degree of its opacity to heat and light. From these

data I could make a pretty good guess at what the object was.

This faculty of mine was repeatedly tested, and always with success.

Extreme sensitiveness to minute degrees of heat was its obvious cause.

I was also a singularly good thought-reader, even at this time. The

other girls feared me absolutely. They need not have done so; I had

neither ambition nor energy to make use of any of my powers. Even now,

when I bring to mankind this message of a doom so appalling that at the

age of twenty-four I am a shrivelled, blasted, withered wreck, I am

supremely weary, supremely indifferent.

I have the heart of a child and the consciousness of Satan, the

lethargy of I know not what disease; and yet, thank--oh! there can be

no God!--the resolution to warn mankind to follow my example, and then

to explode a dynamite cartridge in my mouth.

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