Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 141: what you’re looking at

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1 il NS r Sa By JACK BE CHDOLT HE two ladies took their departure after expressing proper appreciation of the tea and the rare privilege of meeting such a celebrity as George Watt, the scientist. Leonard Quimby, who had furnished the tea, the bachelor hospitality, and the famous friend, threw himself into an overstuffed chair. Quimby was tall, long and loose jointed. His legs and arms sprawled over the chair arms in an untidy, dismembered effect. He was ten years younger than George Watt. “Listen, George!” Leonard exclaimed eagerly. “‘ What ’d you think of her?” George Watt blinked behind his specta- cles. “‘ Herr Who? Which—” “Who? Why, Beatrice, of course!” “Ts Beatrice the fat one?” “The fat one! Good heavens! The fat one? Why, that’s the mother, you bone- head!” ‘Then, Beatrice must be the skinny one,” George reasoned placidly. ‘« She’s not skinny. Good Lord, listen—” 775 este. feeahe g 4 ra Well, malnour- ished—” Leonard ran his hands through his hair and groaned. “ Listen!” “I’m listening,” George agreed. “Well, what did you think of her?” ‘“ Who—Beatrice? Why, she’s all right.” Leonard mocked him bitterly. ‘“ All right, eh? So she’s all right. Just like that, she’s all right. Say, listen—” “Sure,” said George. ‘‘ She’s all right.” Leonard made choking noises. His hands fastened themselves in his hair. He seemed to be trying to dislodge his head from his shoulders, George Watt wasn’t paying any atten- tion. His mind was on another topic, and he began to speak his thoughts. ‘ As I was telling you when we were interrupted by the ladies, Leonard—it was purely a question of finding a substitute for the metal diaphragm used in the commercial instruments. No matter what metal you use, there is too high a percentage of inert underweight, then; (CCOMMIE OO KS,(EC)