The whole was lighted by a strong white light from above, through the milk-hued glass--one of Herzog's own inventions, by the way; a wonderful, light-intensifying glass, which would bend but not break; an invention which, had he himself profited by it, would have brought him millions, but which the partners had exploited without ever having given him a single penny above his very moderate salary.
"Is that it ?" demanded Flint, a glitter lighting up his morphia-contracted pupils.

He jerked his thumb at a complicated nexus of tubes, brass cylinders, coiled wires and glistening retorts which stood at one end of the broad work-bench.
"That is it, sir," answered Herzog, apologetically, while "Tiger" Waldron's hard face hardened even more.

"Only an experimental model, you understand, sir, but--" "It gets results ?" queried Flint sharply.

"It produces oxygen and nitrogen on a scale that indicates success, with adequate apparatus ?" "Yes, sir.

I believe so, sir.