Publisher's Synopsis
The architect smiled grimly. "You're living in one of 'em right now, Smith," said he; "that is, if you call this car a house." Smith straightened up. He was an unimportant-looking man, of medium height and build, and bearing a mild, good-humored expression. Nobody would ever look at him twice, would ever guess that his skull concealed an unusually complete knowledge of electricity, mechanisms, and such practical matters. "I told you yesterday, Jackson," he said, "that the air surrounding the earth is chock full of electricity. And-" "And that the higher we go, the more juice," added the other, remembering. "As much as to say that it is the atmosphere, then, that protects the earth from the surrounding voltage." The engineer nodded.
