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
Without loss of a moment I snapped the lantern shut and darted up the
iron stairway to the room above. It is needless to say that I was very
much put out because of the interruption. I was a hard man in those
days, and such an occurrence was apt to anger me and make me say things.
Lying flat on the floor with my face to the stair opening, I had a
fairly good view of the circular chamber below. The professor had been
abroad and not in bed, for he appeared now, ushering in callers.
Four gentlemen, all of distinguished mien and important bearing,
followed the owner of the castle, and began glancing about with
ill-concealed amusement.
"Gad, but this is an odd place!" exclaimed one.
This gentleman wore a frock coat and silk hat, but what caught my eye
was a four-carat spark in his scarf, a massive seal on his fob, and a
scintillating gem on the third finger of his left hand.
"Odd, perhaps," returned the professor, "but most suitable to my
purposes, Mr. Gilhooly, as I hope to show you before many minutes have
passed. Be seated, sir. And the rest of you gentlemen; you will find
the divan most comfortable."
Gilhooly? I went hot and cold at that name. Nearly everybody in New
York was just then talking about the man who was scheming to make
railroad travel too expensive for ordinary mortals. He was a
millionaire several times over, and in the breast of his frock coat I
knew there must be a bulky wallet.
At once, and while I watched and listened to those in the room below, my
mind busied itself with details of a more comprehensive operation than I
had at first contemplated.
The professor’s four guests had seated themselves on the circular divan.
After my eyes had finished with Gilhooly they turned on the other three,
and my first impressions were more than confirmed.
Each of the quartet was a Croesus, and dressed and strutted the part.
Fine birds, indeed, and I hugged myself to think how opportunity had
come knocking at my door.
Six-shooter in hand, I could descend upon this covey, compel a
readjustment of values between them and myself, then back through the
steel door, lock it behind me, and make off.
The professor, intent on other things no doubt, had turned his key in
the lock and had failed to discover that the bolt was already thrown;
therefore my presence in the castle was entirely unsuspected—manifestly
an advantage.
"You have asked us to come here, Professor Quinn," spoke up one as the
professor turned higher the wick of the lamp he had just lighted, "and
here we are. You say you have discovered something whose value to
science and the industrial world is beyond compute, and that you wish to
interest capital. Well"—and the speaker surveyed his three companions
with a large smile—"here is the capital."
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