it."

"Thank you," said Mr. Grimm quietly. "I understand."

"I may add that it is a matter of deep regret to me," and the president
brought one vigorous hand down on the young man's shoulder, "that our
government has so few men of your type in its service. Good day."

XXV

WE TWO

Mr. Grimm turned from Pennsylvania Avenue into a cross street, walked
along half a block or so, climbed a short flight of stairs and entered
an office.

"Is Mr. Howard in?" he queried of a boy in attendance.

"Name, please."

Mr. Grimm handed over a sealed envelope which bore the official imprint
of the Department of War in the upper left hand corner; and the boy
disappeared into a room beyond. A moment later he emerged and held open
the door for Mr. Grimm. A gentleman--Mr. Howard--rose from his seat and
stared at him as he entered.

"This note, Mr. Grimm, is surprising," he remarked.

"It is only a request from the secretary of war that I be permitted to
meet the inventor of the wireless percussion cap," Mr. Grimm explained
carelessly. "The negotiations have reached a point where the War
Department must have one or two questions answered directly by the
inventor. Simple enough, you see."

"But it has been understood, and I have personally impressed it upon the
secretary of war that such a meeting is impossible," objected Mr.
Howard. "All negotiations have been conducted through me, and I have, as
attorney for the inventor, the right to answer any question that may
properly be answered. This now is a request for a personal interview
with the inventor."

"The necessity for such an interview has risen unexpectedly, because of
a pressing need of either closing the deal or allowing it to drop," Mr.
Grimm stated. "I may add that the success of the deal depends entirely
on this interview."

Mr. Howard was leaning forward in his chair with wrinkled brow intently
studying the calm face of the young man. Innocent himself of all the
intrigue and international chicanery back of the affair, representing
only an individual in these secret negotiations, he saw in the
statement, as Mr. Grimm intended that he should, the possible climax of
a great business contract. His greed was aroused; it might mean hundreds
of thousands of dollars to him.

"Do you think the deal can be made?" he asked at last.

"I have no doubt there will be some sort of a deal," replied Mr. Grimm.
"As I say, however, it is absolutely dependent on an interview