If the mischief-maker derived pleasure from dealing out the fruit of his investigations he certainly reaped it now, for he was rewarded by seeing an electrical shock stiffen Willie's figure.
"It ain't true!" cried the little inventor. "It ain't true! Is it, Bob?"
Robert Morton's eyes fell before his piercing scrutiny.
"Yes," was his reluctant answer.
"You knew it all along?"
"Yes."
"An' Snellin'?"
"He is in Mr. Galbraith's employ, yes."
"An'—an'—you let 'em come here—" began the old man bewildered.
"You let 'em come here to steal Willie's idee," interrupted Janoah, wheeling on Bob. "You helped 'em to come, after his takin' you into his home an' all!"