"Yes, that's about my idea."
"But—but—" Whitney turned bewildered eyes on his companion. "What prompted Spencer to desire to steal my inventions?"
"That we have still to learn. That he did try, I am as convinced as if I had seen him." Miller picked up another cigar. "And, Mr. Whitney, permit me to call attention to one very essential fact…."
"Go on," urged Whitney.
"That what Spencer failed to accomplish, others may."
"Nonsense."
"It is very far from nonsense." Miller's earnestness impressed Whitney.
"I do not for one moment believe that Spencer was working alone."
"You hint at conspiracy?" Whitney frowned perplexedly.
"Call it that if you wish; only, sir, take every precaution to safeguard your inventions from prying eyes."
"I have, already."