“How do you know he’s here now, then?” he asked.
“I don’t,” I admitted.
“I am, this time,” laughed Napier. “Let’s see; how far had I gotten?”
“You were saying that you were all ready to start, had your rocket set up on Guadalupe Island,” I reminded him.
“Right! I see you got it all. Now, as briefly as possible, I’ll outline what I hope you will find it possible to do for me. I have come to you for several reasons, the more important of which are your interest in Mars, your profession (the results of my experiment must be recorded by an experienced writer), and your reputation for integrity—I have taken the liberty of investigating you most thoroughly. I wish you to record and publish the messages you receive from me and to administer my estate during my absence.”
“I shall be glad to do the former, but I hesitate to accept the responsibility of the latter assignment,” I demurred.
“I have already arranged a trust that will give you ample protection,” he replied in a manner that precluded further argument. I saw that he was a young man who brooked no obstacles; in fact I think he never admitted the existence of an obstacle. “As for your remuneration,” he continued, “you may name your own figure.”
I waved a deprecatory hand. “It will be a pleasure,” I assured him.
“It may take a great deal of your time,” interjected Ralph, “and your time is valuable.”
“Precisely,” agreed Napier. “Mr. Rothmund and I will, with your permission, arrange the financial details later.”