The friend of the scientist was none other than the renowned man of letters and the Governor of Chihuahua, Señor Don Miguel Lehumada.
“Last night, only, my friend. I have much to tell you,—much to tell you.”
The scientist drew a large, comfortable chair on either side of the table on which he had been conducting his most recent experiments, and motioning his friend to the seat, they sat down facing each other.
“I, too, have things of importance to relate. Your Honor, proceed; my whole attention is yours.”
The Governor leaned his handsome head on the back of his chair with a grace befitting the man he was, and said:
“What I have to tell will not startle you, nor did it surprise me when I learned it.
“A volcanic eruption could not have created more of a sensation over the entire United States, or in all Europe, than is now taking place on account of the knowledge they have of our scientific discoveries. However, to come to the point, I positively located, during my recent visit to the North, ‘The Plunger from Kansas.’”
Guillermo Gonzales arose from his chair and clasped his friend in his arms.
“Miguey, dear, dear Miguey, victory is ours! Pardon my enthusiasm! While I know we are working the right clue, I am overjoyed that you should have the pleasure of locating ‘The Plunger!’”
The scientist did not resume his seat; but instead walked somewhat nervously and in deep thought back and forth before his honored guest.