“Same old stuff! No information worth considering. But we’re going to get that man. We’ve got to do it.”
CHAPTER XVIII
IN THE BUBBLE MAN’S LAIR
One hour later, with his small package of sweepings in his pocket and with the camera still under his arm, Jimmie found himself on the tenth floor of a down-town office building. On the glass of the door he read:
Dr. Amos Andre,
Consulting Chemist
“That’s it,” Jimmie whispered. “The very thing! Consulting chemist.”
“Doctor Andre,” he burst out before he was fairly through the door, “I want you to heat something for me. Heat it good and hot.”
“To what temperature?” The doctor stared at him.
“Hot enough to melt glass.”
“That is easy. What have you there?” The doctor pointed at Jimmie’s paper package.
“That,” said Jimmie, “is what I want to know. Shake the contents of this into one of those heating things of yours and see what comes of it.”