The letter was placed open as before, with the radium in its leaden
case before it. Tom threw back the cover, as we sat in front of the
table, and turned off the lights. I waited as before, beside Dorothy.
If I had felt a tightening bond before, I felt one a thousand times
stronger now. I had seen the dear girl beside me day in and day out
since our first meeting, and never had she failed to show the same
fire of brilliant imagination, the same power of achievement. She had
blazed my path to success in the weeks past. She had come to help me in
my distress to-day. To gain her had become the whole end of my life. I
looked into the darkness towards the letter, expecting each moment to
see the curves and lines springing out luminous. Minute after minute
passed. I could hear the ticking of the great clock, two rooms away,
and the stifled roar of the summer afternoon in the great city, but the
darkness held no light. No line appeared. Finally Tom spoke.
“How long an exposure did you give it last time, Dorothy?”
“Two or three minutes,” said she. He rose, turned on the lights and
looked at his watch.
“Twelve minutes and no results. It’s the same lot of radium, too. Look
this over with me, will you, Dorothy?”
They examined the apparatus carefully, turned off the light and tried
again. No result. Tom went back into the other room and brought another
sample of radium and used that. Still no result. At last he turned on
the lights and spoke. “I can’t understand, judge, but I cannot bring
out the second letter.”
The judge rose blinking. “According to your own statements,” he said,
“the letter has not been out of Miss Haldane’s possession at all, and
the message once on there could not disappear. I fear I shall have to
hold Mr. Orrington after all, till we can hear from the President.”
My heart sank. Tom turned to me.
“Never you mind, Jim, we’ll find the President for you, and have you
out inside two days.”
I smiled somewhat wearily. “You mustn’t leave your work to do that,
Tom.”
Dorothy broke in. “We can’t work alone. It needs all three of us to get
anywhere, doesn’t it, Tom?”
“Sure thing,” said Tom sturdily, and they left me, but not before
Dorothy had given me a word of comfort that was a stay in time of
trouble.
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