"It is the
strangest thing, sir---that explosion. Why, I had had my light turned on
that very part of the wall at least a dozen times in the last half-hour
before the blow-out came. Our light didn't pick up a soul around there at
any time. What do you suppose I did, Mr. Reade, as soon as the explosion
sounded?"
"I saw you turn about and use your search light a lot," Reade answered.
"Did you notice, sir, that I turned the light right up at the sky,
first-off?"
"I believe I did notice that," Tom assented.
"It seemed to me, sir, that nothing but an airship could plant a charge of
high explosive on the wall in that fashion."
"I don't believe the airship theory will explain it either," said Tom,
shaking his head.
"Then what theory can explain it?" asked Mr. Prenter, anxiously.
"I'd pay a reward out of my own pocket for the right answer," Reade
replied.
"Then you haven't a theory?" asked the treasurer.
"Not even an imitation of a theory," Tom laughed, shortly.
All this time the motor boat was gliding out toward the scene of the wreck.
"Now, you can see the damage that has been done," suggested Mr. Corbett,
turning the light fully on the scene of the latest blow-out.
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