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Raffles Haw led the way through the front door, and crossing over the / gravelled drive pushed open the outer door of the laboratory -- the same / through which the McIntyres had seen the packages conveyed from the / waggon. On passing through it Robert found that they were not really / within the building, but merely in a large bare ante-chamber, around / the walls of which were stacked the very objects which had aroused his / curiosity and his father's speculations. All mystery had gone from / them now, however, for while some were still wrapped in their sackcloth / coverings, others had been undone, and revealed themselves as great pigs / of lead.
"There is my raw material," said Raffles Haw carelessly, nodding at the / heap. "Every Saturday I have a waggon-load sent up, which serves me / for a week, but we shall need to work double tides when Laura and I / are married, and we get our great schemes under way. I have to be very / careful about the quality of the lead, for, of course, every impurity is / reproduced in the gold."