Had not
those very words been spoken both by the capitalist and Howard
Snelling? They had uttered them as a laughing prediction, but might
they not have rated them as true? With sudden chagrin he looked from
Willie to Janoah and from Janoah back to Willie again.
"I've been inquirin' up this Galbraith," went on Janoah. "It 'pears
he's a big New York shipbuilder--that's what he is--an' Snellin' is one
of his head men."
If the mischief-maker derived pleasure from dealing out the fruit of
his investigations he certainly reaped it now, for he was rewarded by
seeing an electrical shock stiffen Willie's figure.
"It ain't true!" cried the little inventor. "It ain't true! Is it,
Bob?"
Robert Morton's eyes fell before his piercing scrutiny.
"Yes," was his reluctant answer.
"You knew it all along?"
"Yes."
"An' Snellin'?"
"He is in Mr. Galbraith's employ, yes."
"An'--an'--you let 'em come here--" began the old man bewildered.
"You let 'em come here to steal Willie's idee," interrupted Janoah,
wheeling on Bob.
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