第38章

A HEAVY LOAD

Josephus Baxter was so excited by the receipt of the letter which Koku delivered to him that for some seconds Tom Swift could get nothing out of him except the statement:

"I'm on their trail! Now I'm on their trail!""What do you mean?" Tom insisted."Whose trail? What's it all about?""It's about Field and Melling! That's who it's about!" exclaimed Mr.Baxter, with a smothered exclamation."Look, Tom Swift, this letter is addressed to me from one of the biggest dye firms in the world--a firm that is always looking for something new!""But if you haven't anything new to give them, of what use is it?" Tom asked, for he knew that the chemist had said his process, stolen, as he claimed, by Field and Melling, was his only new project.

"But I will have something new when I get those secret formulae away from those scoundrels!" declared Mr.Baxter.

"Yes, but how are you going to do it, when you can't even prove that they have them?" asked Tom.

"Ah, that's the point! Now I think I can prove it," declared Mr.Baxter."Look, Tom Swift! This letter is addressed to me in care of Field and Melling at the office I used to have in their fireworks factory.""The office from which you were rescued nearly dead," Tom added."Exactly.The place where you saved me from a terrible death.Well, ifyou will notice, this letter was written only two days ago.And it is the first mail I have received as having been forwarded from that address since the fire.I know other mail must have come for me, though.""What became of it?" asked Tom.

"Those scoundrels confiscated it!" declared the chemist."But, in some manner, perhaps through the error of a new clerk, this letter was remailed to me here, and now I have it.It is of the utmost importance!""In what way?" asked Tom.

"Why, it is directed to me, outside and in, and it makes an inquiry about the very dyes of the lost secret formulae, one dye in particular.""I don't quite understand yet," said Tom.

"Well, it's this way," went on Mr.Baxter."I had, in the office of Field and Melling, all the papers telling exactly how to make the dyes.After the fire, in which I was rendered unconscious, those papers disappeared.

"The only way in which any one could make the dyes in question was by following the formulae given in those papers.And now here is a letter, addressed to me from a big firm, asking my prices on a certain dye, which can only be made by the process bequeathed to me by the Frenchman.""Which means what?" asked Tom.

"It means that Field and Melling must have been writing to this firm on their own hook, offering to sell them some of this dye.But, in some way, my name must have appeared on the letter or papers sent on by the scoundrels, and this big firm replies to me direct, instead of to Field and Melling! Even then I would not have benefited if they had confiscated this letter as I am sure, they have done in the case of others.But, by some slip, I get this.

"And it proves, Tom Swift, that Field and Melling are in possession of my dye formulae, and that they have tried to dispose of some of the dye to this firm.Not knowing anything of this, the firm replies to me.So now I have direct evidence--just what I wanted--and I can get on the trail of the scoundrels who have cheated me of my rights."Tom looked at the letter which, it appeared, had been left with Koku by a special delivery boy from the post office.It was an inquiry about certain dyes, and was addressed to Mr.Baxter in care of Field and Melling, the former fireworks firm, which now had started a big dye plant, with offices in the Landmark Building in Newmarket.