He opened the furnace door and placed the retort inside; then, switching on the current, he sank wearily into his chair. "You don't think it will be long, do you, before you can convince this man Peterson?" he said with a pathetic sort of eagerness. "I can assure you that it won't be," returned the other, with an enigmatic smile. "I keep in very close touch with him." "Because I would be prepared to run any risk in order to let my dear wife know that I am alive as soon as possible." Mr. Robinson nodded sympathetic…
Reader notes
Loading reader notes…