Have
you any idea about it? But there's no use in asking you. I--"
"I've got this," answered Phil, tossing a small file on the table
in front of Mr. Sparling.
"What, what, what? A file?"
"Yes, will you see if it fits the notch in the wire there?"
The showman did so, holding file and wire up to the light for a
better examination of them.
"There can be no doubt of it," answered the amazed showman,
fixing wondering eyes on the young man. "Where did you get it?"
"Picked it up."
"Where?"
"In the dressing tent."
"Pooh! Then it doesn't mean anything," grunted Mr. Sparling.
"If you knew where I picked it up you might think differently."
"Then where _did_ you get it?"
"Found it in my own trunk."
"In your trunk?"
Phil nodded.
"How did it get there?"
"I had left my trunk open after placing some things in it. When
I went out to watch Teddy's mule act I was in such a hurry that I
forgot all about the trunk. When I came back, there it lay, near
the end--"
"Somebody put it there!" exploded the showman.
"Yes."
"But who? Find that out for me--let me know who the man is and
you'll hear an explosion in this outfit that will raise the big
top right off the ground.
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