The War in the Air by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells
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page 132 of 383 (34%)
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all this. We want you to place yourself at our disposal. We
want you to become our Chief Head Flight Engineer. We want you to manufacture, we want to equip a swarm of hornets under your direction. We want you to direct this force. And it is at our depot in America we want you. So we offer you simply, and without haggling, ze full terms you demanded weeks ago--one hundert tousand poundts in cash, a salary of three tousand poundts a year, a pension of one tousand poundts a year, and ze title of Paron as you desired. These are my instructions." He resumed his scrutiny of Bert's face. "That's all right, of course," said Bert, a little short of breath, but otherwise resolute and calm; and it seemed to him that now was the time to bring his nocturnal scheming to the issue. The secretary contemplated Bert's collar with sustained attention. Only for one moment did his gaze move to the sandals and back. "Jes' lemme think a bit," said Bert, finding the stare debilitating. "Look 'ere!" he said at last, with an air of great explicitness, "I GOT the secret." "Yes." "But I don't want the name of Butteridge to appear--see? I been thinking that over." |
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