Gymnasium & Boxing Ring

Every gentleman who embarks upon high-spirited, action-packed adventures to the unmapped interior of the South Downs or the seedy backstreets of Croydon should know how to defend himself against ruffians who speak only the language of fisticuffs. And so it is that the Professor designed and built this spacious room in the basement. Under the engraved sign Ultima Ratio Homo Nobilium, the Professor could vigorously exercise, with sessions sometimes lasting for a whole five minutes before thirst set in and a tea break called. With hefty lifting-weights of up to several pounds, a full-sized boxing ring for sparring and a cobbled-together sound system, it was here that the Professor got himself into tip-top physical and vocal shape for his duel with erstwhile enemy and now chum, Mr. B the Gentleman Rhymer.

The gymnasium is currently off-limits to visitors following an incident involving a prototype robotic sparring partner. There is good news, however; its power cell should run down in forty to fifty years. In the meantime, one should heed the extensive warning signs, welded steel doors and tripwired explosive devices and not attempt entry.