“I’ve got to get a wire to the port at once,” cried the scientist. “At once!”
“You! What for?”
“To stop off Wisner. To tell him it isn’t so.”
“You’re excited, my boy,” said Mr. Brewster kindly. “Better lie down again.”
“It’s true, right enough,” said the Englishman. “Sir Willet’s cochero saw the mob get him.”
“When? Where?” asked Fitzhugh Carroll.
“Haven’t got any details, but the Government admits it.”
“I don’t care if the President and his whole cabinet swear to it,” vociferated the Unspeakable Perk. “It’s a fake. How can I get Puerto del Norte, Mr. Sherwen?”
“You can’t get it at all for any such purpose. How do you know it’s a fake?”
“How do I know? Oh, dammit! I’m Luther Pruyn!”