So you must remember a big slice of the credit
is yours."
Robert Morton shook his head.
"Oh, the thing is yours, Willie--every bit yours," protested he. "I
only did some of the mechanical part, and that any fool could do."
"The mechanical part, as you call it, is full as important as the
notion," Willie persisted. "I shall tell Zenas Henry it's our
invention when I turn it over to him."
The pronoun thrilled Bob with pleasure. It meant the sweeping aside of
the last film of distrust and the restoration of the old man's former
confidence and friendship. For days Willie had slowly been reaching
the conviction that if fraud had been practised Tiny's nephew had been
only an innocent party to it--the tool of more designing hands. How
was the lad to know he was being so artfully made use of? And anyway,
perhaps there may have been no conspiracy at all. Might not Janoah
have been mistaken about Snelling raiding the workshop? Why, a score
of reasons might have brought him there! He might have left behind him
something he needed; or there might have been something he wanted to
do.
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