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"Peters's house. He's probably there, arranging to cover up his tracks when he lights out." But Shallock Peters did better than merely cover up his tracks. He covered himself up, so to speak. For when Ned and Tom, after a quick flight in the airship, reached his house, the promoter had left, and the servants, who were quite excited, did not know where he had gone.
"We can't all be great inventors like you," and, somehow, Tom liked the man less than before, for he detected an undertone of sneering patronage in the words. Tom disliked praise, and he felt that this was not sincere. "I have called on a little matter of business," went on the man. "My name is Harrison Boylan, and I represent Mr. Shallock Peters." Instinctively Tom stiffened.
The truth is I hadn't the money. Tom, I'm afraid I'm going to be a very poor man soon." "Impossible, Mr. Damon! Why, I thought your investments " "I've made some bad ones of late, Tom. I've been pretty foolish, I'm afraid. I drew out some money I had in government bonds, and invested in certain stocks sold by a Mr. Shallock Peters." "Shallock Peters!" cried Tom, almost jumping out of his chair.
Keep away from Shallock Peters, Tom. Bless my necktie, he's a scoundrel, that's what he is!" and again Mr. Damon banged his desk forcibly. "Well, I'm glad of one thing!" exclaimed Tom, when the ink bottle and the paper cutter on Mr. Damon's desk had ceased rattling, because of the violence of the blow. "I'm glad of one thing." "What's that, Tom?" asked his friend.
"Well, I know as much as I did before," laughed Tom. "That doesn't tell me anything." "Why, I thought everybody in the town knew Shallock Peters," went on Ned. "He tried to do some business with our bank, but was turned down. I hear he's gone to the other one, though. He's what we call a get-rich-quick schemer, Tom a promoter." "I thought he acted like that sort of a character."
If we stay here chinning much longer the Kilo will go down. I must find out who he is. I think I know Snuffin he used to work for me, I now recall." "Don't you know who that big man is?" asked Ned, as he took the wheel, while Tom again started the motor. The water was now almost up to the lower rim of the fly wheel. "No; who is he?" asked Tom. "Shallock Peters."
"Well, Kilo is out of commission for the present. Guess we'll have to finish our outing by walking, Ned." "Oh, I don't mind. But it makes me mad to have a fellow act the way he did." "Well, there's no good in getting mad," was Tom's smiling rejoinder. "We'll take it out of him legally. That's the best way in the end. But I can't help saying I don't like Mr. Shallock Peters."
Shallock lives in a crazy old frame-house, over a saloon. Her kitchen is approached by a sort of hen-ladder, a foot wide, which terminates in a balcony, the whole of which was occupied by a big gray goat. There was not room for the police inquisitor and the goat too, and the former had to wait till the animal had come off his perch. Mrs. Shallock is a widow.
"He's alive!" he cried, joyfully. "And not much hurt, either. But he has been ill, and looks half starved. Who are these men?" Tom gave a hasty look. "Shallock Peters and Harrison Boylan!" he cried. "Ned, at last we've caught the scoundrels!" It was true. Chance had played into the hands of Tom Swift. While Mr. Halling was looking after Mr.
"Oh, Shallock Peters, with his big red boat, ran into us!" said Ned, sharply. "Ha, Peters; eh?" exclaimed the boatman. "That's the second craft he's damaged inside a week with his speed mania. There's Bert Johnson's little speeder over there," and he pointed to one over which some men were working. "Had to put a whole new stern in her, and what do you think that man Peters did?"
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