“By-and-by,” he said, “the sun will not be shining in the quarry, and then it will be too late.”
“We can easily wait until to-morrow, unless you are in a hurry.”
“I am in no hurry,” rejoined the inventor. “I thought perhaps you might be, with so much to do.”
“No,” replied the official. “Nothing I shall do during my administration will be more important than this.”
“I am glad to hear you say so,” answered Lambelle; “and if you will give me the bottle again I will now place a few drops in the sunny part of the quarry.”
The Minister handed him the bottle, apparently with some reluctance.
“I still think,” he said, “that it would be much better to allow this secret to die. No one knows it at present but yourself. With you, as I have said, it will be safe, or with me; but think of the awful possibilities of a disclosure.”
“Every great invention has its risks,” said Lambelle firmly. “Nothing would induce me to forego the fruits of my life-work. It is too much to ask of any man.”
“Very well,” said the Minister. “Then let us be sure of our facts. I want to see the effects of the explosive on the quarry.”
“You shall,” said Lambelle, as he departed.