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Updated: June 4, 2025
The old man bound to the chair did not wink, but stared straight in front of him, his eyes fixed like those of an owl or a wildcat. "For God's sake, Darrow!" cried Jack Warford. "Do you know what you have done?" "Perfectly," replied Darrow calmly. "This is probably the greatest achievement of the scientific intellect; but it must go.
Jack Warford started to say something, but the scientist cut him short. "This is bigger than McCarthy," he said decisively. "We are the only people in this city who suspect a human origin of these phenomena. Other men are yet working, and will continue to work, on the supposition that they are the results of some unbalanced natural conditions. The phenomena are, as yet, harmless.
"Stick by me; obey orders," said Darrow. "What's up?" "Did you notice anything in the papers this morning?" "They're full of this electrical failure last night. Haven't you seen them?" "Not yet. While I dress, tell me what they say." "The worst was in the tubes " Warford began, but Darrow interrupted him. "I could tell you exactly what must have happened," said he, "if the failure was complete.
He paused at a news stand to buy an afternoon paper, glanced at the head-lines and a portion of the text, and smiled sweetly to himself. Then he betook himself by means of a bus to the Warford residence. Helen was at home, and in the library. With her was Professor Eldridge. The men greeted each other formally. After a moment of general conversation Darrow produced the newspaper.
Warford sat in the background listening, and Darrow lounged gracefully in front of the fire. "From the beginning!" Helen was commanding him, "and expect interruptions." "Well," began Darrow, "it's a little difficult to get started. But let's begin with the phenomena themselves.
The streets were crowded; the windows of the buildings looking out on the numerous bulletin-boards were black with heads. Those who could not see demanded eagerly of those who could. In the Atlas Building the wireless operator hung out of his window. Beside him was Jack Warford. Darrow declined to join them. "You tell me," said he.
He entered the door of the bar and advanced on the lunch counter. At nine o'clock the following morning five men grouped in McCarthy's office, talking earnestly. Darrow and Jack Warford had been the first to arrive. McCarthy did not seem surprised to see them; nor did he greet them with belligerence. "Well?" he demanded. "Well?" repeated Darrow, sinking gracefully to one corner of the table.
"What!" shouted Hallowell and Jack Warford, leaping to their feet. "Where is he?" demanded the reporter. "How do you know?" cried Jack. Simmons, his head-piece laid aside, looked up at him in silent curiosity. "It is sufficient for now that I do know," smiled Darrow. "As for how I know, that last wireless proved it to me." All three men immediately bent over the message for a detailed perusal.
"I fail to see how you have improved upon that failure," snapped Eldridge, stung. "No?" queried Darrow. "I call Hallowell to witness that the game has been fair. We had an even start; the data have been open to both." He raised his voice a little. "Jack!" he called. Immediately through the open door from the hall outside came Jack Warford, leading by the arm a strange and nondescript figure.
Helen Warford, however, became vastly indignant and partisan, and in consequence Percy Darrow's course in the matter received from her its full credit for a genuine altruism.
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