"Things seem to be coming your way, my boy," said the bearded man,
his keen eyes softening slightly. "I saw the paper this morning.
Congratulations! She is one girl in millions. Has she fixed the
date?"

"No. Mona was rather taken by surprise--to be frank with you,
uncle."

As Powart spoke, he was eyeing the door and nodding permission for
an attendant to enter. The man stepped obsequiously forward and
presented a message, for all the world like any ordinary aerogram.
Powart opened it while his uncle signed.

The chairman gave a low whistle of surprise. "Mona had an accident
with her flier, a little while ago, and was rescued by "--he looked
closer at the aerogram--"a chap named Fort. She is now recuperating
on board the Cobulus."

The tall man took the message and read it himself, while Powart
glanced about the room. Van Emmon caught a glimpse of a clock, and
he noted the pendulum especially. But before he could learn anything
further, Dr. Kinney's hand jerked as before, and the gong rang. The
four awakened.

They had been "visiting" over an hour.