It was human, the young man owned, that the inventor should resent
having been tricked. He himself, throughout the weary watches of the
night, had twisted and turned Janoah's damning testimony, struggling to
explain it away by some simple and harmless interpretation; yet he was
compelled to admit that the facts pointed in but one direction. And if
he was baffled in his search for a way out, how much more so must
Willie be? Why, he would be almost superman if he did not surrender
his faith before such convincing evidence.
To the grief he experienced at forfeiting the little old man's trust,
Robert Morton was also compelled to add the bitterness of discovering
that those whose friendship was dearest to him had betrayed it and used
him as a stool pigeon in a contemptible plot that he would have scorned
to further had he been cognizant of it. He wondered, as he turned
restlessly on his pillow, whether it was Mr. Galbraith with whom the
duplicity originated or whether the conspiracy of yesterday was one of
Snelling's hatching. Was it not possible the employee desired the
invention for his own profit? That, to be sure, would be calamity
enough, but it would at least clear Mr.
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