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"Maybe that's what
Gale did when he called."
"No," returned Tom, shaking his head, "he didn't get a chance to
do anything like that. I watched him all the while. But perhaps
this is what he referred to when he said he and his company would
repudiate any act of that spy with the gold tooth--Lydane, so
Gale said his name was. Maybe that's what Lydane did."
"He was capable of it," agreed the mechanic, "but he couldn't
have done it that time you tripped him into the mud puddle. This
silencer wasn't built then."
"No, you're right," assented Tom. "Then he must have been
around since, doing some of his tricky work!"
"I don't see how that could have been," said Jackson slowly.
"We've kept a very careful watch, and your shop has been
specially guarded."
"I know it has," said Tom. "There couldn't much get past Koku;
but some one seems to have done it, or else how could that filing
have been done?"
Jackson shook his head. The problem was too much for him. He
looked carefully at the exploded and broken silencer, and Tom,
too, gave it a critical eye.


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