He opened another.
“‘The various modes of mounting telescopes.’”
Throwing this down, he took up a third paper, and read—
“‘Elutriation as applied to Emery and other Powders.’”
Lastly he took up the fourth, and read half to himself—
“‘The method practised by Monsieur Foucault in silvering the surfaces of glass specula.’ I seem to have dipped into the wrong drawer, dad,” he said coolly.
James Brandon groaned.
“I made so sure that I had got the right things. They do look like legal papers, don’t they?”
Sam’s father made no reply, but began walking up and down the room.
“What does he mean by tying up his stupid recipes like that!” said Sam angrily.