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When he had finished, Cyrus Girard nodded his head up and down many times in an approving and yet somehow dissatisfied way.

“Found an institute, eh?” he muttered aloud. “Well, I’ve always thought that maybe I’d do that someday—but I never figured on running it myself. My talents aren’t much in that line. Still, it’s certainly worth thinking over.”

He got restlessly to his feet and began walking up and down the carpet, the dissatisfied expression deepening on his face. Several times he took out his watch and looked at it as if hoping that perhaps Jones had not gone to Chicago after all, but would appear in a few moments with a plan nearer his heart.

“What’s the matter with me?” he said to himself unhappily. “When I say a thing I’m used to going through with it. I must be getting old.”

Try as he might, however, he found himself unable to decide. Several times he stopped in his walk and fixed his glance first on one and then on the other of the two young men, trying to pick out some attractive characteristic to which he could cling and make his choice. But after several of these glances their faces seemed to blur together and he couldn’t tell one from the other. They were twins who had told him the same story—of carrying the stock exchange by aeroplane to London and making it into a moving-picture show.