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"I am," returned the owner of that name. "And do you be good enough to tell me why you hound me with your hellish threats." "That is not William Robinson's voice!" said the blind man. "Who are you?" "William H. Robinson." "Not William Honeywell Robinson!" "No; William Hunter Robinson." "Then why am I brought here?"
"Well, if that isn't the limit!" laughed Alan. "And I suppose we'll exchange greetings and messages like ships long at sea." "And," added Ned, "we can send some word to Major Honeywell. You can see our fast flying friend isn't going to stop around here." The Cibola was rising fast and the two air craft were coming closer and closer.
Major Honeywell arose, took off his glasses again and walked to where Ned was sitting. "I hope you'll not take offense, my boy. But my business with you is most important. It is possibly the most important thing that has ever come to me. Fate, or chance more properly, of course, seems to have brought us together.
Other experimenters have tried to carry materials to make gas. I'm going to take the gas itself in a glass jar." "In a glass jar!" "Precisely. Liquefied hydrogen gas." At that moment Senor Pedro Oje, who had been summoned by Major Honeywell, entered the room. An almost Indian complexion and cast of countenance indicated his Mexican origin.
Of course I shall need a special car." "Very well," responded the capitalist. "I see you know what you want." "Incidentally," exclaimed Ned, "I shall, of course, be permitted to carry my own assistants." "Assistants? Yes, of course," replied Major Honeywell, "but they must be persons of discretion."
The address ran: "Mr. Ned Napier, Private car Placida, Clarkeville, New Mexico." Tearing open the envelope Ned read: "Just learned Kansas City Comet has story mysterious trip for government starting Clarkeville. Real object not known. Look out not followed. "Baldwin Honeywell." With three jumps Ned was in the car and had pull Alan into the drawing room portion.
This Average Jones enclosed in an envelope which he addressed in writing to Alden Honeywell, Esq., 550 West Seventy-fourth Street, City, afterward pin-pricking the letters in outline. "Just for moral effect," he explained. "In part this ought to give him a taste of the trouble he made for poor Robinson. You'll be there to-morrow, Bert?" "Watch me!" replied that gentleman with unwonted emphasis.
Major Honeywell smiled and motioned Ned to a chair with a graciousness that made the lad more comfortable. It had taken but a passing glance to reveal to the boy that he was in the presence of no ordinary man. The articles scattered about the room, which apparently were part of his host's traveling outfit, confirmed this.
"Well, we were going to Macbeth's, but that's not important, we needn't meet him until nearly seven, I suppose," Mary said patiently, "only I ought to telephone him what we are going to do." "Oh, telephone that I'll come too, I'll feel fine in half an hour," Mrs. Honeywell said decidedly. Mary, unsatisfied with this message, temporized by sitting down in a deep chair.
Honeywell and Miss Bannister dine with him, in the piazza, dining-room, that wasn't too near the music, and was always cool, and then afterward he'd have the car brought about ? Mary's first smiling shake of the head subsided before these tempting details. It did sound so cool and restful and attractive!
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