Alpha Book

When
you want it, make smoke signals or wig-wag."
"I will; thank you, Boots."
Lansing said unaffectedly, "How soon do you think you can afford a house
like this?"
"I don't know; you see, I've only my income now--"
"Plus what you make at the office--"
"I've left Neergard."
"What!"
"This morning; for good."
"The deuce!" he murmured, looking at Selwyn; but the latter volunteered
no further information, and Lansing, having given him the chance,
cheerfully switched to the other track:
"Shall I see whether the Air Line has anything in _your_ line, Phil? No?
Well, what are you going to do?"
"I don't exactly know what I shall do. . . . If I had capital--enough--I
think I'd start in making bulk and dense powders--all sorts; gun-cotton,
nitro-powders--"
"You mean you'd like to go on with your own invention--Chaosite?"
"I'd like to keep on experimenting with it if I could afford to. Perhaps
I will. But it's not yet a commercial possibility--if it ever is to be.


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