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"Bless my suspenders!" cried Mr. Damon, "who do you think it
could have been, Tom?"
"Who else but some spy trying to get possession of my secrets?"
was the answer. "But I guess I was too quick for them. They
couldn't learn much from looking at the outside of my muffler,
and it hasn't been disturbed, as far as I can see."
"Who would want to gain a knowledge of it in that unlawful
way?" asked Mr. Damon.
"Perhaps some of the Universal crowd. They may have been
disappointed in perfecting a silent motor themselves, and think
stealing my idea would be the easiest way out of it."
"Do they know you are working on such a model as this Silent
Sam of yours, Tom?"
"Yes, I imagine they do. One of the firm members, as you
recall, overheard something, I think, that gave them a hint as to
what my plans were, though, thanks to the time I fooled the spy,
they haven't any real data to go by, I believe."
"Let us hope not," said Mr. Damon.
Tom and he made a thorough search of the big shed, but found no
one, nor was there any trace of an intruder.


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