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Swift, and to our agency," declared Blatz to Tom. "I wash my hands of him. I hope the police send him away for life!" "He'll go to prison all right," said Tom, confidently. "But the main point is that one of your operatives fell down on a simple job. I wanted that Andy O'Malley traced. He's out of the way, now, of course.
He is undoubtedly in the employ of men who will pay him well if he wrecks my invention. But there really is no personal grudge between O'Malley and me. At least, I feel no particular enmity against the fellow." There was a pause. "If you say so we will give you a couple of good men as bodyguards on your trip West," suggested Blatz, licking his lips hungrily.
"Ned," said Tom sternly, "go to the office and call the police. I'll make him tell why he was here. And I'll make the Blatz people explain, too. Hullo! what's that?" Ned had seized the rope he had seen in Myrick's hand, and from a patch of weeds drew a two-gallon oil-can. "What you got there, Ned?" repeated the young inventor. "Whatever it is, I am going to be mighty easy with it.
Ned stepped to the fence and whispered: "It's the other fellow. The little chap with the Vandyke. He's dressed like a tramp, but it's the same man." "Is he badly hurt?" demanded Tom. "His temper is, Boss," said the watchman callously. "And say! I know this fellow. He works for the Blatz Detective Agency. I used to work for those folks myself. His name is Myrick Joe Myrick."
If you had put an honest man to work for me, O'Malley would be behind the bars himself." "Some doubt of that, Mr. Swift," grumbled Blatz. "Why?" "Where's your evidence that this O'Malley was connected with the attempt to blow up your locomotive the first time? Mr. Newton's testimony would need corroboration." "Never mind that," rejoined the young inventor, with a smile.
"To tell the truth, I didn't bother to give the Detective Agency the description of that fellow, although you gave it to me," and Tom laughed. "I must confess that I depend more upon my man-trap electric wires to protect the invention than I do on the private inquiry agent." "It's funny, just the same. If I had another job for a detective I should not submit it to the Blatz Agency," grumbled Ned.
Of course, as Tom supposed they would, the Blatz Detective Agency denied that Joe Myrick, their one-time operative, had been engaged through their bureau either to spy upon the Swift Construction Company or to injure Tom's invention of the electric locomotive.
Nevertheless, three points were indisputable: Myrick had been caught spying; in his possession was a can of explosive which could be set off by concussion; and it was a fact that to Myrick had been first entrusted the matter of hunting for Andy O'Malley when Tom had put the search for the Westerner up to the Blatz people. "He played traitor both to you, Mr.
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