“We can't tell you how grateful we are,” said Tommy, perceiving that the end of the talk had come. “And please believe me when I tell you that although we are not millionaires now, we hope you will let us consult you professionally from time to time, and I promise you, sir, that I—we—I—''
“Mr. Leigh, I shall be glad to help you. And”—Jenkins paused and laughed—“my fee can wait. Let me hear from you how you make out with the heavier oils. Mr. Byrnes's device is very ingenious. I think you are in a very interesting field.”
“Do you happen to know Mr. Hudson G. Kemble, the patent lawyer?”
“Very well. Is he interested in your work?”
“Not yet,” said Tommy; “but we expect him to be our legal adviser.”
“Couldn't go to a better man. By the way, he is an alumnus of your college, class of '91, I think.”
“Then he must be what you say he is,” smiled Tommy, happily, while Bill looked on more amazed than suspicious at the friendliness of the conversation.
Outside Bill and Tommy talked about it, until
Bill said, “That's what happens, all right, all right—ionization!”
“Sure thing!” agreed Tommy. “But we must make some more tests—”