banker. "The man is a fraud, and a very bungling fraud at that."
"Well, you must expose him, when he gets through," the banker whispered back.
But the professor could not wait. He got upon his feet, and called out; "May I ask the gentleman from Altruria a question?"
"Certainly," the Altrurian blandly assented.
"Make it short!" Reuben Camp's voice broke in, impatiently. "We didn't come here to listen to your questions."
The professor contemptously ignored him. "I suppose you occasionally receive emissaries from, as well as send them to the world outside?"
"Yes, now and then castaways land on our coasts, and ships out of their reckonings put in at our ports, for water or provision."
"And how are they pleased with your system?"
"Why, I cannot better answer than by saying that they mostly refuse to leave us."
"Ah, just as Bacon reports!" cried the professor.
"You mean in the New Atlantis?" returned the Altrurian. "Yes; it is astonishing how well Bacon in that book, and Sir Thomas More in his Utopia,
