“No.”
“Nor anything else?”
“No.”
“I got the idea that he was fond of giving presents to his friends.”
“I guess he is, but I suppose I wasn’t a good enough friend. He gave me a present to take to a friend of his in New York.”
“What was it—a tennis racket?”
“No, a pair of wireless shoes.”
“Wireless shoes!” Glennon exclaimed with a laugh of surprise. “Well that’s a good one. I bet I know what he did that for. The fellow you’re to turn them over to is a sprinter, and the shoes are intended to make him sprint faster.”
“No, you’re mistaken. They’re not sprinting shoes; they’re intended to cure rheumatism.”
“Quite an idea. Let’s see, how do they work? Probably with induction coil and antennae concealed somewhere—eh?”