Julio Murillo shook hands with the distinguished visitor, and with much the same smile he had on entering the room, he left to resume his scientific investigations. The large, handsome, princely looking visitor walked the richly covered floor thoroughly wrapped in pleasant and highly scientific meditations. He was not long kept waiting for his host’s welcome. He stooped to pick up a nosegay which dropped from his coat, and when he raised his head, Guillermo Gonzales stood before him, by the side of his writing-table, with outstretched hands. The partition separating the two rooms had disappeared as if by magic, and they stood alone in one grand room. A giant was not at hand, nor neither were the powers of a magician employed to make the partition disappear so quickly. It was constructed on the same plan as sliding-doors, but it moved with more rapidity and much less noise. The two distinguished men greeted each other with the embrace and handshake characteristic of their ancient Mexican ancestors. In the privacy of his study Guillermo Gonzales always addressed the friend of his youth,—and his friend during the other lives which they had lived generations ago in the Republic of Mexico, ay, in the same city where they now lived—the capital of Chihuahua—in the most familiar schoolboy fashion. “Miguey, my boy, this is indeed a most pleasant surprise. You returned when?” 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. The Governor continued: “I met him on the streets of Kansas City. It was a mutual recognition. He even stopped, and said in a confused manner: