And say, Herzog!" "Bring whatever literature you have on liquid air, nitrogen extraction from the atmosphere, and so on.

Understand?
And come at once!" * * * * * "That's all! Good-bye!" Smiling dourly, with satisfaction, he hung up and shoved the telephone away again, then turned to his still reflecting partner, who had now hoisted his patent leather boots to the window sill and seemed absorbed in regarding their gloss through a blue veil of nicotine.
"Herzog," announced the Billionaire, "will be here in ten minutes, and we'll get down to business." "So ?" languidly commented the immaculate Waldron.

"Well, much as I'd like to flatter your astuteness, Flint, I'm bound to say you're barking up a false trail, this time! Beef, yes.

Steel, yes.

Railroads, steamships, coal, iron, wheat, yes.