"Has Mr. Jackson been around, Rad?" asked the lad.
"No, sah. I ain't seed him."
"Have you been in here, looking at the Humming-Bird?"
"No, Massa Tom. I nebber goes in dere, lessen as how yo' is dere. Dem's
yo' orders."
"That's so, Rad. I might have known you wouldn't go in. But did you see
any one enter the shop?"
"Not a pusson, sab."
"Have you been here all the while?"
"All but jes' a few minutes, when I went to de barn to put some liniment
on Boomerang's So' foot."
"H'm! Some one might have slipped in here while I was away," mused Tom.
"I ought to have locked the doors, but I was in a hurry. This thing is
getting on my nerves. I wonder if it's Andy Foger, or some one else, who
is after my secret?"
He made a hasty examination of the shop, but could discover nothing more
wrong, except that one of the planes of the Humming-Bird had been
shifted.
"It looks as if they were trying to see how it was fastened on, and how
it worked," mused Tom. "But my plans haven't been touched, and no damage
has been done.
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