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Updated: May 23, 2025
But if Joe was really suspicious of the young Spaniard nothing that occurred in the next few days served to develop that suspicion. No reference was made to the odd alarm clock, which was not heard to tick again, nor was it in evidence either in Mr. Alcando's bed, or elsewhere. "What were you going to say it was that time when I stopped you?" asked Blake of his chum one day.
"Well, now we'll start." If either Blake or Joe felt any surprise over the hurried visit, at the last minute, of Mr. Alcando's friend, they said nothing to each other about it. Besides, they had other matters to think of just then, since now their real moving picture work was about to begin. "Better get our cameras ready; hadn't we, Blake?" suggested Joe. "I think so," agreed his chum. "Now, Mr.
Then, clearly across the intervening space, came the words: "Are you sure the machine works right?" "Perfectly," was the answer, in Mr. Alcando's tones. "I have given it every test." Then the voices again sunk to a low murmur. "Blake, did you hear that?" asked Joe, after a pause, during which he and his chum could hear the low buzz of conversation from the other balcony. "Yes, I heard it.
"Seen anything of Alcando's alarm clock model lately?" asked Joe, after a pause. "Not a thing, and I haven't heard it tick. Either he has given up working on it, or he's so interested in the pictures that he has forgotten it." Several more days passed, gloomy, unpleasant days, for it rained nearly all the time.
As for the odd, ticking box, it seemed to have been put carefully away, for neither Blake nor Joe saw it, nor had they heard the click of it when they went near Mr. Alcando's possessions. The first night in the jungle was spent aboard the boat. It was pleasant enough, mosquito canopies keeping away the pests that are said to cause malaria and yellow fever, among other things.
Several times after this the Spaniard went off by himself, to make simple moving picture views with the little camera. But, whether or not he took along the curious brass-bound box, with the metal projections, which he said was an alarm clock, was something Blake or Joe could not discover. For Blake had told Joe of Alcando's confession.
Even with it out of his pocket the beat of the balance wheel could not be heard until one held it to his ear. "But what is it?" asked Joe, curiously. "It seems to come from Mr. Alcando's baggage," Blake said. "Yes, it's in his berth," he went on, moving toward that side of the stateroom. The nearer he advanced toward the sleeping place of the Spaniard the louder became the ticking.
Alcando's manner no one would have thought he had said anything out of the ordinary. But both Blake and Joe had heard his low-voiced words, and both stared aghast at him. "What's that you said?" asked Blake, wondering whether he had caught the words aright. "Dynamite!" exclaimed Joe, and then Blake knew he had made no mistake. Somewhat to the surprise of himself and his chum the Spaniard smiled.
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