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Updated: June 26, 2025
Then Cosmo clearly explained to him all that had happened. After the first overwhelming effect of his reawakening to the realities of his situation had passed, the billionaire was fully restored to all his faculties.
King Richard, strangely enough, had taken a liking for Amos Blank, who was frequently asked to join the small and somewhat exclusive circle of compatriots that continually surrounded the fallen monarch. The billionaire and the king often leaned elbow to elbow over the rail, and put their heads companionably together while pointing out some object on the sea.
Flint struck savagely at some who barred his way; and Waldron elbowed through, with curses. "Get out of the way, you swine!" shrilled the old Billionaire. "Make way, there! Way!" The two men reached a door that led by a private passage, through to the steel-and-concrete laboratories. "Here, this way, Flint!" shouted Waldron.
Certainly when shopping I don't wish it. I want millions then. Millions! And when I get among the books I'd like to be a billionaire. To-morrow I'm going out by myself and finish up everything. Hope would be horrified at my purchases, for Hope has forgotten when she, too, had to be careful in her expenditures. Her brother hasn't. "Did I tell you about the crazy mistake I made?
"Hear that, Waldron?" demanded the Billionaire. "It's already beginning even here! But not one of these plants is working for what I see as the prime possibility. No imagination, no grasp on the subject! No wonder most inventors and scientists die poor! They incubate ideas and then lack the warmth to hatch them into general application. It takes men like us, Wally practical men to turn the trick!"
That he secures it is manifest from the miles of beautiful residences, the show of costly equipages and plate, the unlimited range of "stores" or shops one sees in large cities. The millionaire is a very ordinary individual in America; it is only the billionaire who now really attracts attention.
When, despite Flint's imperative orders, Slade failed to reopen the lines of communication for him, before nightfall, and when President Supple wired in code for a little more time in obeying Air Trust orders, the Billionaire recognized that something of terrible menace now had suddenly broken in upon his dream of universal power.
We've got the universities, press, churches, laws, judges, army and navy and everything already in our hands. We'll be secure enough, no fear!" "Shhhhh!" And Waldron nudged the Billionaire with his elbow. In his excitement, Flint had permitted his voice to rise, a little.
Flint drew toward him a sheet of his heavily embossed letter-paper, and, picking up a pencil, began to sketch a rough diagram. Waldron, making no comment, followed every stroke with keen interest. "From these tanks," the Billionaire continued, "smaller pipes will convey the gaseous oxygen to every house taking our service." "Just like ordinary gas?" "Precisely.
The Billionaire drew near, adjusted a pair of pince-nez on his hawk-like nose, and peered curiously at the apparatus. Herzog, with a quick gesture, turned a small silver faucet. "Oxygen! Unlimited oxygen!" he exclaimed. "I have found the process, gentlemen, commercially practicable. Oxygen!" Even as he spoke, a lambent, sparkling liquid began to flow through the pipette, into the flask.
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