His father hung up the receiver, turned to him and
exclaimed:
"I've been robbed again!"
"Robbed again! How, dad?"
"By that same rascally gang, Garret thinks. This evening, when he
and Mrs. Baggert were in the house the burglar alarm went off.
The indicator showed that the electrical shop had been entered,
and the engineer hurried there. He saw a light inside and the
shadows of persons on the windows. Before he could reach the
shop, however, the thieves heard him coming and escaped. Oh, Tom,
I should never have come away!"
"But did they take anything, dad? Perhaps Garret frightened them
away before they had a chance to steal any of your things. Did
you ask him that?"
"I didn't need to. He said he made a hasty exanimation before he
called me up, and he is sure a number of my electrical inventions
are missing. Some of them are devices I never have had patented,
and if I lose them I will have no recovery."
"But just what ones are they? Perhaps we can send out a police
alarm to-night."
"Garret couldn't tell that," answered Mr. Swift as he paced to and
fro in the hotel office. "He doesn't know all the tools and
machinery I had in there. But it is certain that some of my most
valuable things have been taken."
"Never mind.
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