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Page 54
Mr. Gale, as blusteringly bluff as ever, entered the shop. Tom
had carefully put away all papers and models, as well as the
finished machines, so he had no fear that his visitor might
discover some secret.
"Oh, Mr. Swift!" began the president of the Universal Company,
when he met the young inventor, "I wish to assure you that what
has been done was entirely without our knowledge. And, though
this man may have acted as our agent at one time, we repudiate
any acts of his that might
"What are you talking about?" asked Tom in surprise. "Have I
been so impolite as to sleep during part of your talk? I don't
understand what you are driving at."
"Oh, I thought you did," said Gale, and he showed surprise. "I
understood that the man who--"
"Do you mean there was some one here in the shed last night?"
cried the young inventor suddenly, all his suspicions aroused.
"Some one here last night?" repeated Mr. Gale. "No, I don't
refer to last night. But perhaps I am making a mistake.
I--er--I--"
"Some one is making a mistake!" said Tom significantly.
CHAPTER XIX
ANOTHER FLIGHT
For perhaps a quarter of a minute Tom Swift and the president
of the Universal Flying Machine Company of New York sat staring
at one another. Mr. Gale's face wore a puzzled expression, and so
did Tom's. And, after the last remark of the young inventor, the
man who had called to see him said:
"Well, perhaps we are talking at cross purposes. I don't blame
you for not feeling very friendly toward us, and if I had had my
way that last correspondence with you would never have left our
office."
"It wasn't very business-like," said Tom dryly, referring to
the veiled threats when he had refused to sell his services to
the rival company.
"I realize that," said Mr. Gale. "But we have some peculiar men
working for us, and sometimes there is so much to do, so many
possibilities of which to take advantage, that we may get a
little off our balance. But what I called for was not to renew
our offer to you. I understand that is definitely settled."
"As far as I am concerned, it is," said Tom, as his caller
seemed to want an answer.
"Yes. Well, then, what I called to say was that if you are
thinking of taking any legal action against us because of the
action of that man Lydane, I wish to state that he had absolutely
no authority to--"
"Excuse me!" broke in Tom, "but by Lydane do you mean the man
who also posed as Bower, the spy?"
"No, I do not. Though I regret to say that Bower once worked
for us. He, too, had no authority to come here and get a
position. He was still in our service when he did that."
"So I have suspected," said Tom. "I realize now that he was a
spy, who came here to try to find out for you some of my
secrets."
"Not with my permission!" exclaimed Mr. Gale. "I was against
that from the first and I came to tell you so. But Bower really
did you no harm."
"No, he didn't get the chance!" chuckled Tom. "Nor did that
other spy--the one with the gold tooth. I wonder how he liked our
mud hole?"
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