“It is,” replied the scientist. “And you are Barney?”
“Yis, sor; an’ I was jist on the way to the tillygraph office wid a message from Misther Frank for yez, sor. Shure, there’ll be no use av sindin’ it now.”
“Then he was about to wire me?”
“Yis sor?”
“Well, I must have kept him waiting,” declared Wade. “I will go right in and see him.”
“That’s roight, sor.”
Wade passed through a narrow hallway and entered a square, high-ceiled room, hung with curious looking charts and diagrams. A large table was also covered with the same.
At this sat a handsome young man, with a rare type of intellectual features, and the air which belongs to a brainy man.
“Wade!” he exclaimed, putting out his hand. “I was just going to wire you.”
“So I learn,” cried the scientist. “I am more than sorry if I have delayed you.”