eanwhile, in that great Brooklyn laboratory, Kendrick was working against time, besieged by frantic delegations of the nation's leaders. They knew now that their one hope lay in him. Was he succeeding? Was there even any hope?
Face haggard, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, he waved them away, went on with his work.
"I will tell you—as soon as I know."
That was all he would say.
Followed a night that was the blackest in all history, though the myriad stars of heaven shone tauntingly brilliant in the summer sky.
At length, as dawn was breaking. Kendrick paused in his labors.
"There!" he said, grimly, surveying an apparatus that seemed to involve the entire facilities of the laboratory. "It is done! Now then—will it work?"
The delegation were called to witness the test.
Henderson Blake was among them, as was Marjorie. She stepped forward, as he prepared to make the demonstration.