Tom Swift and his chest of secrets : $b or, Tracing the stolen inventionsAppleton, Victor
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Tom Swift and his chest of secrets : $b or, Tracing the stolen inventions
Appleton, Victor
Adventure stories; Detective and mystery stories; Swift, Tom (Fictitious character) -- Juvenile fiction
“Tom, how are things going?” he asked his son.
“Very nicely, indeed,” was the answer. “Of course, I am not making as
much progress as I’d like to on that train-stop device, but it will
come. And when it does, I think it will be worth good money to us.”
“Yes, that, and some of the other inventions we have under way, will be
worth sixty thousand dollars, I think, when they are completed.”
“Well, that estimate may be a bit high,” returned Tom slowly.
“No!” protested his father. “I put it low. I think they’ll run over
sixty thousand dollars. Why, that mill machinery idea of yours——”
“Hark!” exclaimed Tom softly, holding up a hand to caution silence.
“What is it?” asked his father.
“I heard some sort of a noise outside on the porch.”
Tom arose to go toward one of the windows, the shades of which were
drawn down. But before he reached the casement Eradicate came hurrying
into the room, very much excited.
“What’s the matter, Rad?” asked Tom quickly.
“Somebody on de piazzy listenin’ at de window!” exclaimed the colored
man. “I jest been to see dat de henhouse was locked up, an’ I done seen
somebody on piazzy! I runs up, but he runs away an’ I didn’t cotch him!
But dey was somebody listenin’!”
CHAPTER IX
MARY’S MESSAGE
ONCE again Tom Swift had occasion to act quickly, as he had when he
discovered Barsky in his private office. Without waiting to question
Eradicate, the young inventor made a dash for the door. A moment later
he was outside, looking for a sign or trace of the mysterious intruder.
But the night was dark, there was no moon; and Tom, coming from a
lighted room, was at a greater disadvantage than otherwise would have
been the case. It was not until several seconds had passed that the
young man could make out objects in the gloom, and none of these objects
was the unknown person he sought.
Still Tom was not going to give up so easily. He shouted to Koku, and
when the giant joined him and when Eradicate had come shuffling out the
three began a hurried search around the house for the secret listener.
“Well, I guess he got away,” sighed Tom. He was greatly disappointed
when it was evident that no one was to be caught.
“He suah has,” agreed Eradicate.
“What sort of man was it?” asked Tom. “I suppose it was a man, Rad, and
not a woman?”
“Oh, yes, Massa Tom! It suah was a man aw right! An’ he was a sorta big
man, but stoopin’ ober like, leanin’ down an’ tryin’ to look under de
window shade.”
“Why didn’t you jump on him, Rad?”
“Dat’s jest what I was tryin’ to sneak up an’ do, Massa Tom. But I done
sneezed jest when I got by de piazzy, an’ he done hears me an’ jumps
away.”
“By golly! I cotch him ef I been dar!” cried the giant. “I take ’um in
my two hands—so. I squoze ’urn—so!”
Truly there would have been but little chance for the trespasser had
Koku got his hands on him.
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