I can guess for myself. I asked who
did it?"
"I don't know. I haven't the least idea who would do a job like
that in this show. I hope the mean hound will take French leave
before I get him spotted, sir."
Mr. Sparling nodded with emphasis.
"I hope so, Kennedy. What makes you think the wire was cut?"
With great deliberation the trainer drew a small package from his
inside coat pocket, carefully unwrapped it, placing the contents
on the table in front of Mr. Sparling.
"What's this--what's this?"
"That's the wire."
"But there are two pieces here--"
"Yes. I cut off a few feet on each side of where the break
occurred. Those are the two."
Mr. Sparling regarded them critically.
"How can you tell that the wire has been cut, except where you
cut it yourself?"
"It was cut halfway through with a file, as you can see, sir.
When Forrest threw his weight on it, of course the wire parted at
the weakened point."
"H-m-m-m."
"If you will examine it, an inch or two above the cut, you will
find two or three file marks, where the file started to cut, then
was moved down. Probably slipped. Looks like it. Don't you
think I'm right, sir?"
Mr.
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