“I guess not,” said Tom firmly. “There may be something in this, if we could get track of everything that bore on disappearing iron, London over; but,” he went on, “talk about a needle in a hay stack. You went up against a hard enough proposition in running down Heidenmuller’s laboratory here, but this new deal is far worse. You can’t advertise.”
“No, I don’t see how you can,” remarked Dorothy, a trifle discouraged.
“Oh, this thing’s easy enough,” I broke in. “I wish everything was as simple. Inside of two days, I’ll have all the information that London holds with regard to disappearing iron.”
“How can you get it?” cried the three in unison.
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“By using the device which ministers at the same time to the vanity and the necessity of man, the clipping bureau,” I replied. “We will subscribe to that distributor of special information, and get every clipping for the last six months that bears upon falling blinds, signs lost, or stolen iron. They can ransack the files for us, and send us the result of their labor.”
“Just the trick,” cried Tom enthusiastically. “We’ll go straight to work on it. Now let’s get out of here.”
Bearing our precious tube of gas, we started back, leaving Swenton to close the laboratory and follow later. No such delightful wandering was provided for our return as for our coming. All too soon we were back at the Savoy with our day’s labor over, ready to follow the new trail wherever it might lead us.