"
She rose and extended both hands graciously. Mr. Grimm seized the
slender white fingers and stood with eyes fixed upon hers. Slowly a
flush crept into her pallid cheeks, and she bowed her head.
"Wonderful woman!" he said softly.
"I shall ask a favor of you now," she went on gently. "Let all this that
you have learned take the place of whatever you expected to learn, and
go. Believe me, there can only be one result if you meet--if you meet
the inventor of the wireless cap upon which so much was staked, and so
much lost." She shuddered a little, then raised the blue-gray eyes
beseechingly to his face. "Please go."
Go! The word straightened Mr. Grimm in his tracks and he allowed her
hands to fall limply. Suddenly his face grew hard. In the ecstasy of
adoration he had momentarily forgotten his purpose here. His eyes lost
their ardor; his nerveless hands dropped beside him.
"No," he said.
"You must--you must," she urged gently. "I know what it means to you.
You feel it your duty to unravel the secret of the percussion cap? You
can't; no man can. No one knows the inventor more intimately than I, and
even I couldn't get it from him.
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