8/13 Here, allow me." Herzog took the flask, pressed a little spring and liberated the top. At once a whitish vapor began to coil from the neck of the bottle. "Mountain winds and sea breezes have nothing on that!" He sniffed with appreciation. "Some gas, all right!" "You're right, Wally," answered the Billionaire. "If this works out on a large scale, in all its details--well--I needn't impress its importance on you!" Yielding to the influence of the wonderful, life-giving gas, the rather close air of the laboratory, contaminated by a variety of chemical odors, and vitiated by its recent loss of oxygen, had begun to freshen and purify itself in an astonishing manner. |