"Will you kindly tell me," I asked, "how you managed to set the kite
afire?"
Hall laughed heartily. "You though it was a trick, did you?" said
he. "Well, it was no trick, but a very beautiful demonstration. You
surely haven't forgotten the scarlet tanager that gave you such a
surprise the day before yesterday."
"Do you mean" I exclaimed, startled at the suggestion, "that the fate
of the bird had any connection with the accident to your kite?"
"Accident isn't precisely the right word," replied Hall. "The two
things are as intimately related as own brothers. If you should care
to hunt up the kite sticks, you would find that they, too, are now
artemisium plated."
"This is getting too deep for me," was all that I could say.
"I am not absolutely confident that I have touched bottom myself,"
said Hall, "but I'm going to make another dive, and if I don't bring
up treasures greater than Vanderdecken found at the bottom of the sea,
then Dr. Syx is even a more wonderful human mystery than I have
thought him to be."
"What do you propose to do next?"
"To shake the dust of the Grand Teton from my shoes and go to San
Francisco, where I have an extensive laboratory.
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