For a moment he failed to recognize Burton.
There was very little likeness between the pale, contemptuous young man
with the dreamy eyes, who had sat opposite to him at the professor's
dinner table a few nights ago, and this flushed young man who had just
attracted his attention, and who had evidently been lunching exceedingly
well. It was part of his business, however, to remember faces, and his
natural aptitude came to his assistance.
"How do you do, Mr. Burton?" he said. "Glad to meet you again.
Spending some of the Menatogen profits, eh?"
"Friend of mine here--Mr. Waddington," Burton explained. "Mr. Cowper
knows all about him. He owns the rest of the beans, you know."
Mr. Bunsome was at once interested.
"I'm delighted to meet you, Mr. Waddington!" he declared, holding out
his hand. "Indirectly, you are connected with one of the most marvelous
discoveries of modern days."
"I should like to make it 'directly,'" Mr. Waddington said. "Do you
think my three beans would get me in on the ground floor?"
Mr. Bunsome was a little surprised.
"I understood from the professor," he remarked, "that your friend was
not likely to care about entering into this?"
Burton, for a moment, half closed his eyes.
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