"How," he asked, "are we to arouse her curiosity?"
"By pretending that we have knowledge of something hitherto undiscovered, the discovery of which would redound to our scientific glory."
"I see. She'd want the glory for herself. She'd swipe it."
"She would," said I.
"Tee—hee!" he giggled; "Wouldn't it be funny to plant something phony on her—"
I waved my arms rather gracefully in my excitement:
"That is the germ of an idea!" I said. "If we could plant something—something—far away from here—very far away—if we could bury something—like the Cardiff Giant—"
"Hundreds and hundreds of miles away!"
"Thousands!" I insisted, enthusiastically.
"Tee-hee! In Tasmania, for example! Maybe a Tasmanian Devil might acquire her!"