First Men in the Moon Page #4

- It will go.

- As I was saying, Katherine...

- Be careful!

Gibbs, the ladder!

This is fantastic!

It's the most incredible thing!

- Can't you see what this will do?

- I warned you!

It will revolutionize

shipping, locomotion...

Think of the ways

we could exploit this product!

Gibbs! I'll get you down.

We have the chance of a thousand

years. We can be rich beyond belief.

Just think of it.

The cartels, the trusts.

Cavorite could rule the world.

I'm certain we could make a fortune.

Your invention, my brains, my methods...

- What's wrong?

- It's nothing to do with you.

Give me that!

- Never mind the ladder!

- What?

Gibbs, you're an idiot.

- I did warn you.

- Never mind. Listen to me.

About the cottage. It's yours.

Provided you allow me to invest

the money in your invention.

What do you say?

- Do you think you should?

- Of course!

I'm a businessman. I can handle

patents, process secrets...

It's settled. Come on, help me down.

Oh, by the way...

How had you thought of using cavorite?

Well, nothing very practical,

I'm afraid.

- Something like a trip to the moon.

- Yes, well...

My dear sir!

Sign there. That's the deed assigning

Cherry Cottage to you.

- Why bring me into it?

- I've explained.

It's got to be done in the proper way.

Cavor's solicitors need papers

and documents. I can't sign them.

If my creditors know that

I've come into money, that's it.

- You're sure it's not dishonest?

- No, it's just a legal device.

Now, this is the agreement

with Cavor. Sign there.

On the proceeds of cavorite,

I'll be able to pay off my debts.

Arnold, with this money, we'll be able

to get married now. Right away.

We could, if I wasn't putting it

into the experiments.

What?

- $10,000 with that madman?

- It will make our future, I'm sure.

- What about your play?

- The play's a gamble.

- But...

- I'm doing this for you.

Soon the experiments will be completed.

If you waste your money on that

experiment, the wedding's off!

I'm packing up and going home to Boston!

Your move.

- Look at this. I've got him now.

- Hang on.

- You must keep an eye on that furnace.

- Yes, all right.

Bedford, come in. Got the deeds?

Go to the kitchen.

Watch that temperature.

Any drop could be disastrous.

Talk about disaster.

What's he want to interfere for?

- Take over for me.

- Let him do it. I'm having tea.

- I'm a metal worker, not a stoker.

- When's a gardener's job stoking?

Come on, matey. It'll be just like

working with your petunias.

I'm fed up with this lark.

- Let's settle it over a pint.

- Now you're talking.

Don't know why he wants

it so hot anyhow.

Let them see it for themselves, use it.

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