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In uncounted tests—’’ he went
on.
Brad had hls gadget tuned
in. He said with sarcasm,
“Why net count the tests,
Throp?”
They could hear Mr. Throp
gasp. Then he began speaking
again: ‘In uncounted tests—?’
“Oh, hooey!” said Mr. Clark-
son into the microphone with
cheerful vehemence.
Brad turned the microphone
toward himself. He said grim-
ly: “And in case there’s any
doubt in your mind, Throp, this
is Bradley Rogers speaking.
Bradley Rogers of 726 Willow
Street.”
“Thank you,” = said Mr.
Throp, his voice thin with sar-
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casm, “And now may we con-
tinue our program?’
Brad leaned back as if sud-
denly weary. To Mr. Clarkson
he said, “Well, we've done it.”
He did not feel proud. He
was mildly glad to see Mr.
Clarkson drive away. When
the two policemen arrived he
was not surprised. They came
in a squad car and they bore a
warrant, a warrant sworn out
a full week before by none
other than Mr. Throp.
They put Brad in a cell.
Eventually Mr. Clarkson
came. ‘Well, well, well!” said
the lawyer, rubbing his hands.
“This is fine.”
“It’s perfect,” Brad
marked sardonically.
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soon do I get out of here?”
“You're not going to get
out,” Mr. Clarkson informed
him. “Tomorrow morning
they’ll arraign you and you're
going to refuse bail, You're
going to stay right here till I
say not. If you go free on bail
you'll drop out of the papers
in twenty-four hours. As long
as you stay in jail you’re news.
Your job is to be the young
martyr to science.”
At two o’clock the next after-
noon Brad was pacing his cell.
Three steps took him from one
end to the other. A policeman
appeared at the bars. ‘“‘Some-
body to see you,” he said, and
unlocked the door.
SUE WAS wearing the blue
linen suit again and the hat
that was a handful of felt. The
frills at her throat were erisp
and white. She said without
preamble: “I didn’t know till
this morning, Brad. I—I didn’t
hear it on the radio, but people
say it was pretty funny.”
Brad eyed her. ‘Did Throp
tell you that he ordered me not
to see you or speak to you—
not even to congratulate you?
Did he tell you that?”
“When?”
“Yesterday afternoon, just
before I went haywire. I called
you to tell you about the gad-
get. Then I wanted to con-
gratulate you. He hung up on
me. Are you really engaged to
him, Sue?”
She smiled and said: “Didn’t
I tell you I always had my mind
made up? No—I'm not en-
gaged to him. Not since he had
you arrested. Honestly, Brad,
I never knew a person could be
so petty and so egotistical and
so revengeful.” Suddenly her
eyes began to twinkle and her
cheeks squinched up. “Haven't
I just been a sap!” she said.
Brad stared at her, dumb-
founded. All up and down in-
side him little warm tingles of
happiness ‘were racing. This
place wasn’t a jail. It was
heaven.
The door burst open. A man
stepped into the room; middle-
aged, well groomed. He said
concisely: “Mr. Rogers, my
name’s Terress. I'm just in
from New York and I want if
possible to catch the next train
Said Mr. Terress: “What I'm
here for, Mr. Rogers, is to talk
business about this patent of
yours. To be frank with you,
we want it. To be equally frank
with you the thing is valueless.”
Valueless?”’ Braa looked
aghast. “Why it’s worth mil-
lions.”
The other smiled. “Go ahead
and manufacture it then, Mr.
Rogers. Turn out an even hun-
dred and put them in general
use. Within a week your mare
ket will be dead. All radio
broadcasting will have ceased.
If you don’t believe me, try it.”
“Why do you want it then?”
“We want it, Mr. Rogers, so
we can bury it. As a courtesy
we'll pay you five hundred dol-
lars—"’
“Nothing doing,” said Brad.
“Even if I only sell a dozen of
the things I'll still have the
satisfaction—"’
“You won’t, Mr. Rogers, be-
cause we’ll have you perma-
nently enjoined. Five hundred
is my price. But I think I have
a more important thing to pro-
pose to you. My company has
room for technically trained
men with imagination. Would
you be interested in coming
with us? We would break you
in as a technician at, say,
seventy-five a week, and
then—"’
“You mean you're offering
me a job?”
‘“Exaetly.”
“Holy smoke!” breathed
Brad. He began to grin. “Mr.
Terress, I'd rather have a job
with you people than anything
else on earth!”
The door opened once more.
Winthrop Throp stood there.
Mr. Terress wheeled upon him.
“Throp,” he said, “I sent for
you because I want you to with-
draw your charges against Mr.
Rogers.”
“I'm afraid that will be im-
possible, Mr. Terress.”
The other eyed him. Then,
“Throp, you were let out in
New York because you were a
trouble maker. You're being
given another chance here. If
I were you—"’
Winthrop Throp swallowed
hard. “Yes, sir,” he said ser-
vilely. “Whatever you say,
sir.” He bowed himself out.
Brad chuckled. “Well, at
back.” He mentioned then that least he landed me a job.”
he represented a great corpora- “And a girl, if you don’t
tion which was a household mind my reminding you,” said
name in radio. Sue.
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is bad and people are coughing creasing rapidly. Then you
and sneezing.
“Then, too a man to work
out of doors in all weather has
to be strong and healthy. He
gets plenty of sleep nights, eats
nourishing food.”
“I get plenty of sleep and eat
nourishing food and I'm well.
Why did I have to change my
wet clothes then?”
“Because you're not used to
getting wet. Your skin doesn’t
know how to act when it sud-
denly is doused with cold water.
It gets chilled and the tiny
blood vessels close up, probably
in an effort to keep heat within
your body. This makes you feel
cold and shivery. Your resis-
tance—that is, power to fight
germs—is greatly lessened. The
germs that can create a cold are
always present — some sci-
entists say—in the nose and
throat. They are waiting for
a chance, it would seem, to set
up housekeeping. When the
surface of the skin becomes
chilled by cold rain the germs
gee their chance and get busy,
very soon multiplying and in-
sneeze, cough, feel filled up and
have ‘caught a cold’.”
“But by taking off wet cloth=
ing right away—?2”
“By taking off the wet cloth-
ing, and rubbing your skin
briskly with a towel, you make
the tiny blood vessels open
again and get back on the job
fighting germs.”
“Daddy, our new teacher at
school keeps the classroom lots
cooler than Miss Woodward did
last year. She has a thermom-
eter on the wall by the window
and she won’t let it go above 75
degrees. Is that all right?”
“That is splendid. Now if in
addition she will make boys
and girls with the sniffles or
with coughs stay at home until
they get well—”’
“She did tell them they
ought to, but they won't. You
know what she does, though?
If anyone seems to have even
just a little bit of a cold she
makes him sit off by himself.”
“You’ve got a sensible teach~
er, Peter. I wish all of the
teachers would do that.”