"This puts a different face on it, Ned," Tom went on, as he
turned the object over.
"Is that likely to go off?" the bank clerk asked, as he came to
a halt a little distance from his friend.
"Go off? No, it's done all the damage it could, I guess."
"Damage? It looks to me as though it had suffered the most
damage itself. What is it, one of your models? Looks like a bomb
to me."
"And that's what it is, Ned."
"Not one of those you're going to use on your aerial warship,
is it, Tom?"
"Not exactly. I never saw this before, but it's what started
the fire in the red shed all right; I'm sure of that."
"Do you really mean it?" cried Ned.
"I sure do."
"Well, if that's the case, I wouldn't leave such dangerous
things around where there are explosives, Tom."
"I didn't, Ned. I wouldn't have had this within a hundred miles
of my shed, if I could have had my way. It's a fire bomb, and it
was set to go off at a certain time. Only I think something went
wrong, and the bomb started a fire ahead of time.
"If it had worked at night, when we were all asleep, we might
not have put the fire out so easily. This sure is suspicious! I'm
glad you found this, Koku.
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