"
"So do I," snarled McCarthy, in a gust of temper.
"And I'm beginning to suspect he's a man to look out for. And I doubt
if you'll ever find him. Of course, he's responsible for the row last
night--as well as for the trouble in the Atlas Building the night
before."
"I don't know whether he is or not."
"Oh, yes, you do; and I do; and the wireless man does. We're the only
three. The rest of them are still figuring on comets."
"Well?"
"I don't suppose there's any real doubt left in your mind but that this
man can turn the juice off again, if he wants to?"
"I don't know as he did it," persisted McCarthy stoutly.
"Now, how long do you suppose you'd last if the public should get on to
the fact that this hidden power was going to exert itself again unless you
left town?"
A slight moisture bedewed McCarthy's forehead.
"Not all your police, nor all your power could save you, if the general
public once became thoroughly convinced that it was to go through another
experience like last night's unless it ousted you. Why, a mob of a million
men would gather against you in an hour You see," drawled Percy Darrow,
"why you'd better look after that wireless man of yours--and me."
"And you," repeated McCarthy. "What do you want?"
"I want to see those wireless messages, first of all," said Darrow,
reaching out his hand.
McCarthy hesitated; then swiftly thrust forward the flimsies.
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