"There ought to be an aërial patrol above the city——"
Teddy stood up sluggishly, discouragement in every line of his figure. A servant tapped on the door of the laboratory.
"Lieutenant Davis, of the military flying corps, sir."
"Show him in," said Teddy listlessly.
A slim young officer came in. His friendly, boyish face was full of a whimsical humor.
"This is rather an intrusion, I'm afraid," he said half apologetically, "but I thought you might be able to help me out."
"I've done nothing so far," said Teddy in a rather discouraged tone. "Miss Hawkins and I were just canvassing the situation. You're talking about the iceberg and Varrhus, aren't you?"
"Of course. No one talks about anything else nowadays. My taxi had a tough time getting through the crowds on the streets. They don't understand about the explosion in the Narrows yet."
Teddy introduced him to Evelyn.
"Pleasure, I'm sure," said Davis with a smile. Then his face sobered. "That was rotten hard luck about your father, Miss Hawkins. I'm not good at making speeches, but I hope you realize that every one is sympathizing with you and in a measure sharing your sorrow."