CHAPTER XXIII
Break-through IIAs Mr. Campion and Luke exchanged glances up in their fastness, Rafael closed the journal and laid his spectacles down beside it. He was unsmiling.
“That was the letter,” he said. “Mr. Braithwaite felt he should publish it. I should have felt the same, but with The Daily Paper’s great resources perhaps I should have made a few investigations first. You didn’t even buy a set, did you?” He added, swinging round on the younger man, whose blush and shy grin put a nation on his side.
“Seven pounds!” he murmured, and his gasping laugh conveyed a journalistic world which Rafael had forgotten.
The senior man laughed briefly: “Anyway, you didn’t take it seriously, and who shall blame you? But you did recognize a genuine scientific approach and you sent the author a
