"I've never cared much for mere scientific rot," said Rawn, coloring a trifle. "That gets us nothing. But what were you saying?"
Halsey's enthusiasm carried him beyond resentment and amusement alike.
"Molecules are everywhere, in everything, Mr. Rawn," he explained gently; "and now we know they move, though we can see them only in mass and as though motionless."
"I don't see how that can be," began Rawn; but checked himself.
Halsey smote his hand against the solid wall. "It moves!" he exclaimed. "It's alive! It vibrates—every solid is in perpetual motion. The dance of the molecules is endless. It's in the air around us, above us—power, power—immeasurable, irresistible power, exhaustless, costless power! All you have to do is to jar it out of balance."
"Yes, I know. That's what I've been getting at, precisely—"
"I was going to figure it out sometime," said Halsey ruefully.
"I did figure it out!" said John Rawn sententiously. "Moreover, I've got the company formed."
II
"You—Mr. Rawn? How did you manage that? I didn't know that you—" Halsey at last spoke.