The young man completely puzzled him.

They talked about Menatogen and its possibilities, and Burton kept harking back to the subject of profits.

Mr.Bunsome at last could contain his curiosity no longer.
"Say," he remarked, "you had a headache or something the other night, I think?
Seemed as quiet as they make 'em down at the old professor's.

I tell you I shouldn't have known you again." Burton was suddenly white.

Mr.Waddington plunged in.
"Dry old stick, the professor, anyway, from what I've heard," he said.
"Now don't you forget, Mr.Bunsome.I shall be round at your office at ten o'clock sharp to-morrow, and I expect to be let into the company.
Three beans I've got, and remember they're worth something.