"Dress, Carton—we're going up to the university."
In minutes they were flying out along Riverside Drive through the growing morning sunlight. Around them the city was waking to a day of heart-felt rejoicing that the terror was lifted. Wade seemed the container of a strange grim force, and to Carton's questions returned no answer. But when they had drawn up before the familiar gray physics building and had entered the equally familiar little laboratory and ante-room, Carton found Grantham awaiting them, his shoulder bound and his face haggard from a sleepless night.
"You called me, Wade?" he asked. "Something you'd found?"
Wade nodded. "Yes. But first I'd like to have President Ellsworth here. He's near here, isn't he?"
Grantham nodded, frowning. "His home is—yes. I heard he'd been away for a day or two but he ought to be back by now."
He turned to the telephone, spoke briefly into it, and when he had finished turned to Wade. "He's coming," he said.
They sat silent until President Ellsworth entered minutes later. As he came in Carton noted that the two officers who had accompanied Wade and himself were lounging in the hall outside. The President's ordinarily genial face held some irritation.
Wade Makes a Statement
"What's this—a sort of post-mortem?" he asked. "I've just heard all about last night, Sergeant Wade—and it was too bad that the Invisible Master slipped through yours and Grantham's hands. But perhaps it's best that it's all over."