You see the machine isn't perfected yet. I
am still working on it. But they can file a prior claim, and get a
patent on something so near like mine that I would be refused a
patent when I applied.
"You see I haven't made any formal application yet. Of course, if it
came to a question of a lawsuit, I might beat them out. But I have no
money to hire lawyers, and they have. The only thing for me to do is
to get that model back before they have a chance to use it to make
drawings from. And how to do it I don't know."
"Do you know who that messenger boy was?" asked Alice suddenly of the
machinist.
"I never saw him before, Miss--no. He came in a taxicab."
"A taxicab!" cried Russ, excitedly. "You didn't say that before. Did
you happen to notice the number?"
If ever Russ Dalwood was thankful it was then, and the cause of it
was that Mr. Burton had a mathematical mind in which figures seemed
to sprout by second nature.
"I did notice the number," he said. "It isn't often that taxicabs
stop out in front here, and I looked from my window as one drew up at
the curb.
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