It may have been one
of those persons, or some half-mad crank, who was jealous. It
would be impossible to say, Ned."
"It wouldn't be Andy Foger, would it?"
"No; I don't believe Andy has been in this neighborhood for
some time. The last lesson we gave him sickened him, I guess."
"How about those diamond-makers, whose secret you discovered?
They wouldn't be trying to get back at you, would they?"
"Well, it's possible, Ned. But I don't imagine so. They seem to
have been pretty well broken up. No, I don't believe it was the
diamond-makers who put this fire bomb in the red shed. Their line
of activities didn't include this branch. It takes a chemist to
know just how to blend the things contained in the bomb, and even
a good chemist is likely to fail--as this one did, as far as time
went."
"What are you going to do about it?" Ned asked.
"I don't know," and Tom spoke slowly, "I hoped I was done with
all that sort of thing," he went on; "fighting enemies whom I
have never knowingly injured. But it seems they are still after
me. Well, Ned, this gives us something to do, at all events."
"You mean trying to find out who these fellows are?"
"Yes; that is, if you are willing to help.
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