The ray brought them to life.
It's a new ray, never studied or even discovered by anyone before.
The first thing is to find out whether it is produced only by electricity, or by the sun as well," Persikov muttered to himself.
The next night provided the answer to this question.
Persikov caught three rays in three microscopes from the arc light, but nothing from the sun, and summed this up as follows:
"We must assume that it is not found in the solar spectrum... Hm, well, in short we must assume it can only be obtained from electric light." He gazed fondly at the frosted ball overhead, thought for a moment and invited Ivanov into the laboratory, where he told him all and showed him the amoebas.
Decent Ivanov was amazed, quite flabbergasted. Why on earth hadn't a simple thing as this tiny arrow been noticed before?
By anyone, or even by him, Ivanov. It was really appalling!
Just look...
"Look, Vladimir Ipatych!" Ivanov said, his eye glued to the microscope. "Look what's happening!
They're growing be" fore my eyes... You must take a look..."
"I've been observing them for three days," Persikov replied animatedly.
Then a conversation took place between the two scientists, the gist of which was as follows. Decent Ivanov undertook with the help of lenses and mirrors to make a chamber in which they could obtain the ray in magnified form without a microscope.
Ivanov hoped, was even convinced, that this would be extremely simple.
He would obtain the ray, Vladimir Ipatych need have no doubts on that score.
There was a slight pause.
"When I publish a paper, I shall mention that the chamber was built by you, Pyotr Stepanovich," Persikov interspersed, feeling that the pause should be ended.
"Oh, that doesn't matter... However, if you insist..."
And the pause ended.
After that the ray devoured Ivanov as well.
While Persikov, emaciated and hungry, spent all day and half the night at his microscope, Ivanov got busy in the brightly-lit physics laboratory, working out a combination of lenses and mirrors.
He was assisted by the mechanic.
Following a request made to the Commissariat of Education, Persikov received three parcels from Germany containing mirrors, convexo-convex, concavo-concave and even some convexo-concave polished lenses.
The upshot of all this was that Ivanov not only built his chamber, but actually caught the red ray in it.
And quite brilliantly, it must be said. The ray was a thick one, about four centimetres in diameter, sharp and strong.
On June 1st the chamber was set up in Persikov's laboratory, and he began experimenting avidly by putting frog spawn in the ray.
These experiments produced amazing results.
In the course of forty-eight hours thousands of tadpoles hatched out from the spawn.
But that was not all. Within another twenty-four hours the tadpoles grew fantastically into such vicious, greedy frogs that half of them were devoured by the other half.
The survivors then began to spawn rapidly and two days later, without the assistance of the ray, a new generation appeared too numerous to count.
Then all hell was let loose in the Professor's laboratory. The tadpoles slithered out all over the Institute. Lusty choirs croaked loudly in the terrariums and all the nooks and crannies, as in marshes.
Pankrat, who was scared stiff of Persikov as it was, now went in mortal terror of him.
After a week the scientist himself felt he was going mad.
The Institute reeked of ether and potassium cyanide, which nearly finished off Pankrat when he removed his mask too soon.
This expanding marshland generation was eventually exterminated with poison and the laboratories aired.
"You know, Pyotr Stepanovich," Persikov said to Ivanov, "the effect of the ray on deuteroplasm and on the ovule in general is quite extraordinary."
Ivanov, a cold and reserved gentleman, interrupted the Professor in an unusual voice:
"Why talk of such minor details as deuteroplasm, Vladimir Ipatych?
Let's not beat about the bush. You have discovered something unheard-of..." With a great effort Ivanov managed to force the words out. "You have discovered the ray of life, Professor Persikov!"
A faint flush appeared on Persikov's pale, unshaven cheekbones.
"Well, well," he mumbled.
"You," Ivanov went on, "you will win such renown... It makes my head go round.
Do you understand, Vladimir Ipatych," he continued excitedly, "H. G. Wells's heroes are nothing compared to you... And I thought that was all make-believe... Remember his Food for the Gods'!"
"Ah, that's a novel," Persikov replied.
"Yes, of course, but it's famous!"
"I've forgotten it," Persikov said. "I remember reading it, but I've forgotten it."
"How can you have? Just look at that!" Ivanov picked up an incredibly large frog with a swollen belly from the glass table by its leg.
Even after death its face had a vicious expression. "It's monstrous!"
CHAPTER IV.
Drozdova, the Priest's Widow