Adrift in the Unknown; or, Queer Adventures in a Queer RealmCook, William Wallace
Science
Adrift in the Unknown; or, Queer Adventures in a Queer Realm
Cook, William Wallace
Science fiction
"Let me add another five thousand," said Meigs. "I don’t see how your
invention, even if it is all you claim for it, could affect me or my
interests one way or the other, but I will add my contribution simply
because Popham has taken the initiative."
"Count me in for the same amount," supplemented Markham, "on the
condition that Professor Quinn signs over to the four of us all his
right, title and interest in his non-gravity invention, and covenants to
leave that field entirely alone in future."
Quinn seemed to enjoy these propositions, and it was apparent at a
glance that he had no intention of accepting twenty thousand dollars and
renouncing his discoveries.
"Gentlemen," said he, "you are already half convinced that I am no
dreamer, for you are financiers, and, while twenty thousand dollars is
no more to you than twenty cents is to me, it is not your habit to give
your money away. I repeat that you are inclined to have faith in me,
and before many minutes I shall have made your belief in my abilities
complete."
"Am I to understand that you decline our offer?" demanded Popham.
"Most decidedly!"
"Then there is nothing more to be said. Come on, gentlemen," and Popham
started toward the door.
"A moment more, if you please," requested the professor.
"Not another second!" cried Popham. "Our offer is withdrawn; and, if
your so-called discoveries amount to anything, we shall find other means
for making them ineffective."
I had been interested in proceedings to an extent that had all but
caused me to forget my purpose. The plutocrats were about to leave the
castle in a temper, and if I wrested tribute from them it must be now or
never.
Starting up, I drew my revolver and ran hastily down the iron stairs.
*CHAPTER III.*
*PROFESSOR QUINN’S FEAT.*
My unexpected advent upon the scene proved as startling as I had
anticipated. Even the professor was dashed.
Stepping in front of the steel door, I toyed menacingly with the
revolver and surveyed the plutocrats with a grim humor I made no attempt
to conceal.
At that period of my life, inspired by the sophistry to which I have
already adverted, I was a cool and dangerous man.
"Pardon me for entering unannounced," said I blindly. "You have
listened to Professor Quinn’s theory and witnessed its demonstration. I
am but an humble philosopher, yet I have a theory of my own which I
should also like to expound and to demonstrate."
"Who are you, sir?" demanded Quinn.
"I am a bird of like feather with these, your guests," said I
facetiously, "albeit my methods are more direct if less extensive. My
name is James Peter Munn; my specialty is robbery of the out-and-out
variety, for I have the courage of my convictions, and do not hide
behind a technicality.
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