“I—I’ll come,” said Jimmie. He said this just to be polite. The time was to come when he would gladly visit those laboratories and the results were to be nothing short of tremendous.
“Take this heavy water,” the old man went on. “Someone discovered that. It may revolutionize many things. Many forms of insect life cannot live in it nor can some fishes. Others thrive in it. Many plants are immensely benefited by it. You would think——”
“Here we are at the morgue,” said Jimmie. “This is George Beck. He’s in charge of it.
“George, this man wants to see the clippings about heavy water,” he explained. “May he?”
“Surely,” said George. “Right this way, please.”
“Well, goodbye son,” said the old man. “I’ll be seeing you.”
“Oh—oh, yes. Goodbye,” said Jimmie.
“What’d he want?” Tim asked when Jimmie returned to his seat.
“Wanted to know about heavy water,” Jimmie grinned broadly.
“What’d I tell you?” exclaimed Tim. “Regular nut.” Jimmie made no reply.