"
"No," smiled Craig enigmatically, "it wasn't that. It was an
arsenic derivative. Here's another thing. You remember the field
glass I used?"
He had picked it up from the table and was pointing at a little
hole in the side, that had escaped my notice before. "This is what
you might call a right-angled camera. I point the glass out of the
window and while you think I am looking through it I am really
focusing it on you and taking your picture standing there beside
me and out of my apparent line of vision. It would deceive the
most wary."
Just then a long-distance call from Winslow told us that Borland
had been to call on Miss Ruth and, in as kindly a way as could be,
had offered her half a million dollars for her rights in the new
patent. At once it flashed over me that he was trying to get
control of and suppress the invention in the interests of his own
company, a thing that has been done hundreds of times. Or could it
all have been part of a conspiracy? And if it was his conspiracy,
would he succeed in tempting his friend, Miss Winslow, to fall in
with this glittering offer?
Kennedy evidently thought, also, that the time for action had
come, for without a word he set to work packing his apparatus and
we were again headed for Goodyear.
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