Darrow," he stated.
"Sure I am, my amiable but obvious sleuth," drawled that young man. "Lead
on." He nodded a farewell to Jack, and linked his arm in that of the
officer. After a few moments he burst into an irrepressible chuckle.
"The fat, thick-necked, thick-witted, old fool!" said he.
CHAPTER VIII
PERCY DARROW'S THEORY
Percy Darrow in the police station, where he had been assigned an unused
office instead of a cell, amused himself reading the newspapers, of which
he caused to be brought in a full supply. Theories had begun to claim
their share of the space which, up to now, the fact stories had completely
monopolized. Darrow, his feet up, a cigarette depending from one corner of
his mouth, read them through to the end. Then he indulged the white walls
of his little apartment with one of his slow smiles. The simplest of the
theories had to do with comets. The most elaborate traced out an analogy
between the "blind spot" in vision and a "point of rest" in physical
manifestations--this "point of rest" had just now happened to drift to a
crowded center, and so became manifest.
"Ingenious but fantastic youth," was Percy Darrow's tribute to the author,
Professor Eldridge of the university.
The "human-interest" stories of both the evening before and those in the
extras describing the latest freak in the Atlas Building, Darrow passed
over with barely a glance.
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