THE LIGHT OF DAY
“What’s that? Your
dye formulae here in my office?” cried Mr. Keith,
for he had heard something of the chemist’s loss,
though he did not directly associate Field and Melling
with it.
“That’s what this is!
The very papers, containing all the rare secrets,
for which I have been so at a loss!” cried the
delighted old man. “Now I can give to the
world the dyes for which it has long been waiting!
Oh, Tom Swift, you did more than you knew when you
put out this fire!” and he hugged the bundle
of smoke-smelling papers to his breast.
“But how did they get here?”
asked the young inventor. “I know that
Field and Melling had offices in this building.
They were starting a new dye concern, and, though
Mr. Baxter and I suspected them of having stolen his
secret, we couldn’t prove it.”
“But we can now!” cried
Mr. Baxter. “Though I don’t know that
I’ll bother even to accuse them, as long as I
have back my previous papers. I see how it happened.
They had the formulae in their office. They rushed
out with the documents, and, when they found they
couldn’t get past this floor, they went into
Mr. Keith’s office. There, in their excitement,
they dropped the papers, and you put the fire out
just in time, Tom, or they’d have been burned
beyond hope of saving. You have given me back
something almost as valuable as life, Tom Swift!”
“I’m glad I could render
you that service,” said the young inventor.
“And I had no idea, when I dropped the chemicals,
that I was saving someone even more valuable than
your secret formulae,” and they all knew he
referred to Mary Nestor.
An examination of the papers found
on Mr. Keith’s office floor showed that not
one of the dye secrets was missing. Thus Mr.
Baxter came into possession of his own again, and when
Field and Melling were sufficiently recovered they
were charged with the theft of the papers. The
charge was proved, and, in addition, other accusations
were brought against them which insured their remainder
in jail for a considerable period.
As Mr. Baxter had suspected, Field
and Melling had, indeed, robbed him of his dye formulae
papers. They learned that he possessed them,
and they invited him to a night conference with the
purpose of robbing him. The fire in their factory
was an accident, of which they took advantage to make
it appear that the chemist lost his papers in the
blaze. But they had taken them, and though they
did not mean to leave poor Baxter to his fate, that
would have been the result of their selfish action
had not Tom and Ned come to the rescue. And it
was of this “putting over” that Field
and Melling had boasted, the time Tom overheard their
talk at Meadow Inn.
As Mr. Baxter guessed, the letter
delivered to him at Tom’s place was one that
the two scoundrels would have retained, as they had
others like it, if they had seen it. But a new
clerk forwarded it, and the evidence it contained
helped to convict Field and Melling.
As for the Landmark Building, while
badly damaged, it would have been worse burned but
for Tom’s prompt action. And though he
was more than glad that he had been on hand, he rather
regretted that he could not give the test for which
he had set out.
Eventually the building was made more
nearly fire-proof and the fire-escapes were rebuilt,
and Mr. Blake did not lose his money, as he had feared,
though Barton Keith said it was more owing to Tom
Swift’s good luck than to Mr. Blake’s management.
But, as it developed, nothing could
have been more opportune than Tom’s action,
for word of his quenching a bigger blaze than he would
have had to encounter in the official test reached
the Denton fire department. As a result there
was a conference, and, after only a nominal showing
of his apparatus, it was adopted by a unanimous vote.
But this occurred some time afterward,
for, following his rescue of Mary Nestor and her uncle
and the saving of the lives of Field and Melling,
as well as others in the building, by his prompt smothering
of the fire, Tom returned to Shopton.
He and his companions went in the
Lucifer, minus, now, the big load of chemicals, and
on landing near the hangar Tom was surprised to see
Koku the giant running toward him. The big man
showed every symptom of great excitement as he cried:
“Oh, Master Tom! He see
the light ob day! he see the light ob day now!
Oh, so glad! So glad!”
“Who sees the light of day?”
asked the young inventor.
“Black Rad! Eradicate!
Him eyes all better now! Pill man take off cloth.
Rad—he see light ob day!”
“Oh, I’m so glad!
So thankful!” cried Tom. “How I’ve
wished for this! Is it really true, Koku?”
“Sure true! Pill man say
Rad see K O now.” The giant, doubtless,
meant “O K,” but Tom understood. And
it was true, as he learned more directly a little
later.
When Tom entered the room where Rad
had been kept in the dark ever since the explosion,
the colored man looked at his master with seeing eyes,
though the apartment was still but dimly lighted.
“I’s all right ag’in
now, Massa Tom!” cried Rad. “See fine!
I’s all ready to make more smellin’ stuff
to put out fires!”
“You won’t have to, Rad!”
cried Tom joyfully. “My chemical extinguisher
is completed, and you did your share in making it a
success. But I never would have felt like claiming
credit for it if you had been—had been
left in the dark.”
“No mo’ dark, Massa Tom!”
said Eradicate. “I kin see now as good
as eber, an’ yo’-all won’t hab to
’pend on dat lazy good-fo’-nuffin cocoanut!”
and he chuckled as he looked at the giant.
“Huh! Lazy!” retorted
the big man. “I show you—black
coon!”
“By golly!” laughed Rad.
“Him an’ me good friends now, Massa Tom.
Neber I fuss wif Koku any mo’! He suah was
good to me when I had to stay in de dark!”
Of course it would be too much to
hope that Koku and Eradicate never again quarreled,
but for a long time their warm friendship was a thing
at which to marvel, considering the past.
“Well, I guess this settles
it,” said Tom to Ned one day, after going over
the day’s mail.
“Settles what, Tom?”
“My aerial fire-fighting apparatus.
Here’s word from the National Fire Underwriters
Association that they have adopted it, and there will
be a big reduction of rates in all cities where it
is a part of the fire department equipment. It’s
been as great a success as Mr. Baxter’s new
dye.”
“Yes, and he has had wonderful
success with that. But what are you going to
do now, Tom? What new line of endeavor are you
going to aim at?”
Tom arose and reached for his hat.
“I am now going,” he said,
with a grin, “to see somebody on private business.”
“You are going to see Mary Nestor!” broke
out Ned.
“I am,” said Tom.
And he did.