‘Now that really is something that is two for a nickel!’
‘What?’
‘Secret munition plants. No one who found one of those would be a celebrity.’
Tad’s ears pricked. ‘A celebrity? You mean the man who found this place would be a celebrity?’
‘I’ve already said so.’
‘No. You just said he would make history.’
‘True. Too true,’ Grant said. ‘The terms are not synonymous any more. Yes, he would be a celebrity. Tutankhamen’s tomb would be nothing to it.’
‘And you think Bill will have gone to see this fellow, this Lloyd guy?’
‘If not to him, then to someone else in that line. He wanted to talk to someone who would take what he had to tell as a serious matter; I mean, who would not just tease him about seeing things. And he wanted to meet someone who would be personally interested and excited by his news. Well, he would do just what I did. He would go to a museum, or a library, or perhaps even to one of the Information departments at the big stores, and find out who the best-known English explorer of Arabia happened to be. He would probably be given a choice, since librarians and curators are pedantic people and Information departments subject to the law of libel, but Lloyd is head-and-shoulders above the others because he writes almost as well as he explores. He is the household word of the bunch, so to speak. So the chances are twenty to one that Bill would choose Lloyd.’
‘So we find out when and where he saw Lloyd and pick up his trail from there.’