"Very interesting. I
didn't know you'd undertaken grammar-school physics instruction."
"I know I'm going to be grateful for any sort of instruction--from
anybody," interposed Helen. "I'm all in the dark."
"Like the Atlas Building," Darrow smiled at her. "Well, here's a very good
exposition in words of one syllable. I'll leave you the paper. Professor,
what have you concluded as to the causes?"
"They are yet to be determined."
"Pardon me," drawled Darrow, "they have been determined--or at least their
controlling power."
"In what way, may I ask?" inquired Professor Eldridge formally.
"Very simply. By the exercise of a little reason. I am going to tell you,
because I want you to start fairly with me; and because you'll know all
about it in the morning, anyway."
"Your idea--the one you told us yesterday--is to be published?" cried
Helen, leaning forward with interest.
"The basis of it will be," replied Darrow. "Now"--he turned to
Eldridge--"listen carefully; I'm not going to indulge in many
explanations. Malachi McCarthy, political boss of this city, has
made a personal enemy of a half-crazed or at least unbalanced man,
who has in some way gained a limited power over etheric and other
vibrations. This power Monsieur X, as I call him--the Unknown--has
employed in fantastic manifestations designed solely for the purpose
of frightening his enemy into leaving this country.
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