Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-04-11
THE TALK OF THE TOWN.

SYNOPSIS.
Prof pios.i young scientist who e sbS 9,a, t
electrify the world with new scientinc dlscov
cry, is violently in love with Donna Marta. :
ward Of Nine. Sara. vandeleur believes that
he Is entering a trap and informs him Of his
danger He becomes angry at the interference
after" I interrupted. What can be her
not well of, is he?"
mot thousand a year. Bah! and he
might be a millionaire If he would only
use his ideas commercially. 1t is the old
story-one man finds the brains and a
hundred others profit by them. He is a
walking test-tube and doesn't care sou
who profits by his Inventions"
Then you think she is picking his
brains?"
"of course. and she will pick a plum,
too, bang 1t on In England, scoop a mil
lion and we have lost her."
Good for society If we do lose her.
could not help remarking.
by no means good for me-" replied the
detective. Il have staked my reputation
on bringing this woman to book. She
shall not escape"
Vandeleur and sat and talked for some
little time longer, then left him and re-
turned to my own rooms. 1 sat up a long
TIME UuSy over several matters, Out when
retired to rest it was not only to dream
of Nine Sara, but of the fascinating
young Donna Marta and the boyish look
ing professor.
I dined with vandeleur on Wednesday
evening. and little guessed then how soon
events would hurry to a remarkable issue,
in which was to play a somewhat i'm
portant part.
and Turtle. an hour that I always en-
Joy In the midst of my days work, for
meet many old friends there, and our
meal, as rule. is merry one One of
my constant companions on these Occa-
sions Is man of the name of Samuel
Pollak, the senior partner in the firm of
Pollak & HarmaR, patent agents, Bish-
ops-Rate street. Pollak is one Of those
breezy. good-natured individuals who make
pleasant impression wherever they go.
He is stout of build and somewhat rubi-
cund OF face. an excellent man of bust
ness and firm friend. have liked him
occupies the same table with me at lunch.
On the Friday following Vandeleurs din
ner Pollak and l met as usual. 1 noticed
on his entrance into the lunch room a par
ucularly merry and pleased expression on
his face. He sat down and ordered quart
of the most expensive brand of champagne.
He insisted on my joining him in a bumper
of the frothy wine, and after drinking his
health could not help exclaimng:
You seem pretty jolly this morning
Pollak. successful fiutter in Khakis?''
''Ha, ha. ha!'' was the answer Better
than a futteri my boy. Certanties now
adays are what I am thinking of, and l
have just bagged one, and a fat one
Capital. Tell me all about it," 1 an
swered. What is the yarn, Pollak?'
He gave me somewhat vague smile,
which seemed to me to mingle a sort of
contempt with amusement, and said, i'm
pressively:
IA roaring commission, the biggest that
has been in the market for the last ten
years. Patent rights for every country on
earth, and a hundred shares allotted gratis
when the thing is fioated. I tell you,
Druce," he added, raising his voice, IF 1t
comes off retire with as near fifteen thou
sand a year as I wat"
You were born under a lucky star, there's
no doubt of that / answered, some
what sharply, for Pollak's manner had
never impressed me less favorably than it
did this morning. He was evidently almost
beside himself with excitement
II congratulate you, of course" I said
after moment. ASK me 70 the house