“Good, good!” said Mr. De Lorme. “Sooner than I expected!”
“And so neatly; with such power!” said Zip, breaking into English. “I congratulate you, sir.”
“It is nothing, Zip; nothing!” said Mr. De Lorme, looking pleased however.
He dropped Dee’s arm, and placing his hand affectionately on Zip’s shoulder walked upstairs. Zip had dropped the paper. Dee picked it up and carefully looked it over. He could not find a single word about chemistry or anything else that might have a bearing on his father’s work.
He refolded the paper, and for the first time noticed running across the front page, in enormous letters:
ANOTHER BOMB DELIVERED
TO MAYOR SCUDDER OF CHICAGO
SAVED BY THE QUICK WIT OF HIS SECRETARY
Dee threw the paper on the floor.
“Every one of those fellows mixed up in these bomb plots ought to be hanged!” he said to himself.