"I--I thought it was an enemy of mine," was the answer. "Some
one who has been trying to discover my secret. But the man whom
I fear has a heavy black mustache, and this one, you say, Jack,
had none?"
"None at all."
"Then it's all right."
Jack thought of saying that the man might have shaved his
mustache off, but he did not want Mr. Roumann to worry.
"I guess he was only a tramp," said Amos Henderson. "Some one
wandering about looking for a chicken coop that isn't locked.
Or, perhaps, seeking a chance to rob."
Jack said nothing, but from the glimpse he had had of the man's
face, he did not believe the fellow was a tramp. There was too
much intelligence shown. The face was an evil one, and seemed to
indicate that the man had an object in peering into the window--a
motive that was not connected with a chicken coop.
"I'll tell Andy to keep watch for a while tonight with his gun,"
went on the professor. "I don't like prowlers around here. I
have some valuable tools in my machine shop, and they might steal
them."
"Now, Professor Henderson," began Mr.
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