The Billionaire drew near, adjusted a pair of pince-nez on his hawk-like nose, and peered curiously at the apparatus.

Herzog, with a quick gesture, turned a small silver faucet.
"Oxygen! Unlimited oxygen!" he exclaimed.

"I have found the process, gentlemen, commercially practicable.

Oxygen!" Even as he spoke, a lambent, sparkling liquid began to flow through the pipette, into the flask.

At sight of it, the Billionaire's eyes lighted up with triumph.