name. 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.

"I remember," he said. "Last night I didn't think he would care about
it. I find I was mistaken."

Mr. Bunsome looked at his watch.

"I am meeting Mr. Cowper this afternoon," he said, "and Mr. Bomford.
I know that the greatest difficulty that we have to face at present is
the very minute specimens of this wonderful--er--vegetable, from which
we have to prepare the food. I should think it very likely that we
might be able to offer you an interest in return for your beans. Will
you call at my office, Mr. Waddington, at ten o'clock to-morrow
morning--number 17, Norfolk Street?"

"With pleasure," Mr. Waddington assented. "Have a drink?"

Mr. Bunsome did not hesitate--it was not his custom to refuse any offer
of the sort! He sat down at their table and ordered a sherry and
bitters. Mr. Waddington seemed to have expanded. He did not mention
the subject of architecture. More than once Mr. Bunsome glanced with
some surprise at Burton. The young man completely puzzled him. They
talked about Menatogen and its possibilities, and Burton kept harking
back to the subject of profits. Mr. Bunsome at last could contain his
curiosity no longer.

"Say," he remarked, "you had a headache or something the other night, I