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"Bless my phonograph, Tom Swift! but what is the matter? Has Mary broken the engagement?""Oh, no, nothing like that," was the answer."Only I'm wondering about Eradicate, and--other matters."Other matters had to do with what Mary's uncle had told Tom about the interest manifested by Field and Melling in some dye industry.

Tom's forebodings regarding his colored helper were nearly borne out, for Dr.Henderson gloomily shook his head when asked for the verdict.

"It's too early to say for a certainty," replied the medical man, "but I am not as hopeful as I was, Tom, I'm sorry to say.""I'm sorry to hear it," returned Tom."Is there anything we can do--any hospital to which we can send him for special treatment?""No, he is doing as well as he can be expected to right here.Besides, he has his friends around him, and the companionship of that giant of yours, absurd as it may seem, is really a tonic to Eradicate.I never saw such devotion on the part of any one.""Koku has certainly changed," said Tom."He and Rad used always to be quarreling.But I guess that is all over," and Tom sighed.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," declared the medical man."I haven't given up, though there are some symptoms I do not like.However, I am going to wait a week and then make another test."Tom knew that the week would be an anxious one for him, but, as it developed, he had so much to do in the next few days that, for the time being, he rather forgot about Eradicate.

Field and Melling, he heard incidentally, had their machine towed to a garage for repairs, but beyond that no word came from the two men.Josephus Baxter remained at work over his dye formulae in one of Tom's laboratories, but the young inventor did not see much of the discouraged old man.

Tom did not tell of the encounter with Field and Melling and of extinguishing the fire in their car, for he knew it would only excite Mr.Baxter, and do no good.

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"Well, how goes it?" asked Tom, trying to infuse some cheer into his voice.

"Not very well," was the answer."I've tried, in every way I know, to get on the track of the missing methods perfected by that Frenchman, but I can't.I'd be a millionaire now, if I had that dye information.""Do you really think they have them--actually have the formulae?" asked Tom.

"I certainly do.And the reason I believe so is that I was over at a chemical supply factory the other day when an order came in for a quantity of a very rare chemical.""What has that to do with it?" asked Tom.

"This chemical is an ingredient called for by one of the dye formulae that were stolen from me.I never heard of its being used for anything else.I at once became suspicious.I learned that this chemical had been ordered sent to Field and Melling in their new offices in the Landmark Building.""Maybe they intend to use it in making a new kind of fireworks," suggested Tom.

Mr.Baxter shook his head.

"That chemical never would work in a skyrocket or Roman candle," he said."I'm sure they're trying to cheat me out of my dye formulae.If I could only prove it!""That's the trouble," agreed Tom."But I'll give you all the help I can.And, come to think of it, I believe you might interest Mr.Blake.He has no love for Field and Melling, and he has several keen lawyers on his staff.I believe it would be a good thing for you to talk to Mr.Blake.""Please give me a letter of introduction to him," begged Mr.Baxter."What I need is legal talent and capital to fight these scoundrels.Mr.Blake may supply both.""He may," agreed Tom."I'll fix it so you can meet him.But what do you think of this combination, Mr.Baxter? It is my very latest solution for putting out fires.I'm loading an airship up with some of the bomb containers now, and--"Tom's further remarks were interrupted by the noise of shouting and tumult in the street, and a moment later yells could be heard of:

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

"Another blaze!" exclaimed Mr.Baxter, raising the shades which had been drawn, since night had fallen.

"And not far away," said Tom, as he caught the reflection of a red gleam in the sky.

There was a ring at the front doorbell, and almost at once Ned Newton's voice called:

"Tom! Tom Swift! There's quite a fire in town! Don't you want to try your new apparatus on it?""The very chance!" exclaimed the young inventor."Come on, Mr.Baxter.There's room in the airship for you and Ned.I want you to see how my chemical works!"Without waiting for a reply from the chemist, Tom caught him by the hand and led him toward the side door that gave egress to the yard where one of the airships was housed.Tom caught sight of Ned, who washastening toward him.

"Big fire, Tom!" said the young manager again."Fierce one!" "I'm going to try to put it out!" Tom answered."Want to come?" "Sure thing!" answered Ned.