...For What He Thought Was H-2-O was C-H-Cl-3!

You take a deep breath. Whatever it's going to be, it'll have to be downstairs, you decide. There's probably something I can use...

Squinting in the pale glow at the bottom of the stairs, you discern along the walls of the room shelves full of chemicals, electrical components, mechanical linkages ... wait, is that...?

Of course he'd have one of these down here, you think. Feeling like a fool, you pick up the flashlight and flick it on. The bulb is covered with red cellophane (was he developing film or something? you wonder) but the light still makes a big difference, and you quickly start reading chemical labels. One jumps out almost right away.

Chloroform. Perfect.

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