No key was used to open
the switch."
"No key?"
"No."
"How, then?"
"The lock was wrenched off with an iron bar and the switch
wedged fast, so there could be no doubt about what would happen.
It might have happened to some other car not belonging to us,
though it was a pretty safe gamble that it would catch one
of ours."
"I thought as much," nodded Phil. "But perhaps its just as
well."
"What do you mean by that?" questioned the showman sharply.
"That the railroad folks will do what the police are too lazy
to do."
"What?"
"Get after the fellow who did it," suggested Phil wisely.
"That's so! That's so! I hadn't thought of it in that
light before. You've got a long head, my boy. You always
have had, for that matter as long as I have known you, so it
stands to reason that you must always have been that way."
Teddy, having finished his breakfast, excused himself and
strolled off to another part of the tent where he might find
more excitement. He sat down in his own place near the freak
table and began talking shop with some of the performers, while
Phil and Mr. Sparling continued their conversation.
"I haven't given up hopes of catching him myself, Mr. Sparling.
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