Sparling nodded reflectively.
"There can be no doubt of it. You think it was done between the
two performances yesterday?"
"Oh, yes. That cut wouldn't have held through one performance.
It was cut during the afternoon."
"Who was in the tent between the shows?"
"Pretty much the whole crowd. But, if you will remember, the day
was dark and stormy. There was a time late in the afternoon,
before the torches were lighted, when the big top was almost in
darkness. It's my idea that the job was done then. Anybody could
have done it without being discovered. It's likely there wasn't
anybody in the tent except himself at the time."
"Kennedy, I want you to find out who did that. Understand?"
CHAPTER XIX
TEDDY DISTINGUISHES HIMSELF
"The boss has an awful grouch on."
"Yes; I wonder what's the matter with him," pondered the clown.
His brother fun-maker shrugged his shoulders.
"Guess he's mad because of young Forrest's accident. Just got a
good act started when he had to go and spoil it."
Not a hint of the suspicion entertained by the owner and his
elephant trainer had been breathed about the show. Nearly a week
had passed since Phil's narrow escape from death; yet, despite
all the efforts of Kennedy or the shrewd observation of his
employer, they were no nearer a solution of the mystery than
before.
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