The bell above the south turret chimed the hour of three as Vincent Burgess
entered the study.

"Take this seat by the window," Dr. Fenneben said with a genial smile
and a handclasp worth remembering. "You can see an Empire from this point,
if you care to look out."

Vincent Burgess sat at ease in any presence. He had the face of a scholar,
and the manners of a gentleman. But he gave no sign that he cared to view
the empire that lay beyond the window.

"We are to be co-workers for some time, Burgess. May I ask you
why you chose to come to Kansas?"

Fenneben came straight to the purpose of the interview.
This keen-eyed, business-like man seemed to Burgess very unlike old
Dr. Wream, whom everybody at Harvard loved and anybody could deceive.
But to the direct question he answered directly and concisely.

"I came to study types, to acquire geographical breadth, to have seclusion,
that I may pursue more profound research."

There was a play of light in Dr. Fenneben's eyes.

"You must judge for yourself of the value of Sunrise and Lagonda Ledge
for seclusion. But we make a specialty of geographical breadth out here.
As to types, they assay fairly well to the ton, these Jayhawkers do."

"What are Jayhawkers, Doctor?" Burgess queried.