FAILURE AND SUCCESS
"You--you got my letter!" stammered Tom, holding out his hand for a missive which the General extended."I--I don't exactly understand.My letter?""Yes, certainly," went on the officer."It was very kind of you to remember me after--well, to be perfectly frank with you, I did resent, a little, your remarks about my unfortunate gun.But I see you are of a forgiving spirit.""But I didn't write you any letter!" exclaimed Tom, feeling more and more puzzled.
"You did not? What is this?" and the General unfolded a paper.Tom glanced over it.Plainly it was a request for the General to be present at the test on that day, and it was signed with Tom Swift's name.
But as soon as the young inventor saw it, he knew that it was a forgery."I never sent that letter!" he exclaimed."Look, it is not at all like my handwriting," and he took up some papers from a near- by table and quickly compared some of his writing with that in the letter.Thedifference was obvious.
"Then who did send it?" asked General Waller."If someone has been playing a joke on me it will not be well for him!" and he drew himself up pompously.
"If a joke has been played--and it certainly seems so," spoke Tom, "I had no hand in it.And did you come all the way from Sandy Hook because of this letter?""No, I am visiting friends in Waterford," said the officer, naming the town where Mr.Damon lived."My cousin is Mr.Pierce Watkins.""Bless my doorbell!" exclaimed Mr.Damon, "I know him! He lives just around the corner from me.Bless my very thumb prints!"General Waller stared at Mr.Damon in some amazement, and resumed:
"Owing to the unfortunate accident to my gun, and to some slightinjuries I sustained, I found my health somewhat impaired.I obtained a furlough, and came to visit my cousin.The doctor recommended open air exercise, and so I brought with me my motor-cycle, as I am fond of that means of locomotion.""I used to be," murmured Mr.Damon; "but I gave it up.""After his machine climbed a tree," Tom explained, with a smile, remembering how he had originally met Mr.Damon, and bought the damaged machine from him, as told in the first volume of this series.
"So, when I got your letter," continued the General, "I naturally jumped on my machine and came over.Now I find that it is all a hoax.""I am very sorry, I assure you," said Tom."We did have a sort of test today; but it was a failure, owing to the fact that someone tampered with my powder.From what you tell me, I am inclined to the belief that the same person may have sent you that letter.Let me look at it again," he requested.
Carefully he scanned it.
"I should say that was written in a sort of German hand; would you not also?" he asked of Mr.Damon.
"I would, Tom."
"A German!" exclaimed General Waller.
At the mention of the word "German" Koku, the giant, who had entered the room, to be stared at in amazement by the officer, exclaimed:
"That he, Master! That he!"
"What do you mean?" inquired Tom.
"German man give me stuff for to put in your powder.I 'member now, he talk like Hans who make our garden here; and he say 'yah' just the same like.That man German sure.""What does this mean?" inquired the officer.
Quickly Tom told of the visit of an unknown man who had prevailed on the ******-minded giant to "dope" Tom's new powder under the impression that he was doing his master a favor.Then the flight of the spy on a motor-cycle, just as the experiment failed, was related.
"We have a German gardener," went on Tom, "and Koku now recalls that our mysterious visitor had the same sort of speech.This ought to giveus a clue."
"Let me see," murmured General Waller."In the first place your test fails--you learn, then, that your powder has been tampered with--you see a man riding away in haste after having, in all likelihood, spied on your work--your giant servant recalls the visit of a mysterious man, and, when the word 'German' is pronounced in his hearing he recalls that his visitor was of that nationality.So far so good.
"I come to this vicinity for my health.That fact, as are all such regarding officers, was doubtless published in the Army and Navy Journal, so it might easily become known to almost anyone.I receive a letter which I think is from Tom Swift, asking me to attend the test.As the distance is short I go, only to find that the letter has been forged, presumably by a German.
"Question: Can the same German be the agent in both cases?""Bless my arithmetic! how concisely you put it!" exclaimed Mr.Damon.
"It is part of my training, I suppose," remarked the officer."But it strikes me that if we find your German spy, Tom, we will find the man who played the joke on me.And if I do find him-- well, I think I shall know how to deal with him," and General Waller assumed his characteristic haughty attitude.
"I believe you are right, General," spoke Tom."Though why any German would want to prevent my experiments, or even damage my property, and possibly injure my friends, I cannot understand.""Nor can I," spoke the officer.
