“I promise, Uncle Graff, I will write to-morrow morning, and one to my father into the bargain.”
“That is right! By the way, things don’t seem to be going along very well here! Are these rascally strikers going to ruin our workmen?”
“There is every appearance of it. Cardez has not sufficient tact; he is too straightforward in his talk. A fine man, in reality, but one who appears to act too tyrannically.”
“I will attend to the matter myself. To-morrow I will see the syndicate. And you—what are you doing? Has your work been progressing?”
“Considerably. I have discovered the pale green and the golden yellow I have been looking for. You shall see my samples.”
“And the other affair?”
Lowering his voice, he asked in anxious tones—
“The powders?”
“The formulæ have been tested, and their success is assured.”
“Have you made any experiments?”