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"No, indeed, it isn't!" declared Tom stoutly.
"Is the loss a serious one?" asked his father. "Have you no copy of the
plans?"
"Yes, I have a rough draft from which I made the completed drawings, and
I can easily make another set. But that isn't what worries me--the mere
loss of the plans."
"What is it, then, Tom?"
"The fact that whoever took them must know what they are the plans for a
sky racer that is to take part in the big meet. I have worked it out on
a new principle, and it is not yet patented. Whoever stole my plans can
make the same kind of a sky racer that I intended to construct, and so
stand as good a chance to win the prize of ten thousand dollars as I
will."
"That certainly is too bad, Tom. I never thought of that. Do you suspect
any one?"
"No one, unless it's Andy Foger. He's mean enough to do a thing like
that, but I didn't think he'd have the nerve. However, I'll see if I can
learn anything about him. He may have been sneaking around, and if he
has my plans he'd ask nothing better than to make a sky racer and beat
me.
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