The
agent who sold her reported the purchaser to be merely another agent,
a man he had seen neither before nor since. The yacht had been
reconstructed at Duffey's Shipyard in New Jersey. The change in her
name and registry occurred at that time and had been legally
executed. Then the Energon had disappeared in the shroud of mystery.
In the meantime, Bassett was going crazy--at least his friends and
business associates said so. He kept away from his vast business
enterprises and said that he must hold his hands until the other
masters of the world could join with him in the reconstruction of
society--proof indubitable that Goliah's bee had entered his bonnet.
To reporters he had little to say. He was not at liberty, he said,
to relate what he had seen on Palgrave Island; but he could assure
them that the matter was serious, the most serious thing that had
ever happened. His final word was that, the world was on the verge
of a turnover, for good or ill he did not know, but, one way or the
other, he was absolutely convinced that the turnover was coming.
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