I caught 'em doin' it. I hid outside an'
overheard 'em tell how they'd been waitin' days for the chance when
everybody should be gone. 'Twas that Snelling an' another like him, a
draughtsman. They laughed an' said that now the old man was out of the
way they could do as they pleased. Then they took all the measurements
of your invention, made some sketches, an' took its picter."
Willie listened, open-mouthed.
"You must be crazy, Janoah," he slowly observed.
"I ain't crazy," Janoah replied, with stinging sharpness. "The whole
thing was just as I say. It was part of a plot that Snellin' an'
Galbraith have been plannin' all along; an' either they've used this
young feller here [he motioned toward Robert Morton] as a tool, or else
he's in it with 'em."
Bob started forward, but Willie's hand was on his arm.
"Gently, son," he murmured. Then addressing Janoah he asked: "An' what
earthly use could Mr. Galbraith have for--"
"'Cause he sees money in it," was the prompt response.
A thrill of uneasiness passed through Robert Morton's frame.
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