human
I'm on their trail! Now I'm on their trail!
gpt
What do you mean? Tom insisted.
human
Whose trail? What's it all about?
gpt
It's about Field and Melling! That's who it's about! exclaimed Mr. Baxter, with a smothered exclamation.
human
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!
gpt
But if you haven't anything new to give them, of what use is it?
human
But I will have something new when I get those secret formulae away from those scoundrels!
gpt
Yes, but how are you going to do it, when you can't even prove that they have them?
human
Ah, that's the point! Now I think I can prove it, declared Mr. Baxter.
gpt
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.
human
The office from which you were rescued nearly dead,
gpt
Exactly. The place where you saved me from a terrible death. Well, if you 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.
human
What became of it?
gpt
Those scoundrels confiscated it! declared the chemist.
human
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!
gpt
In what way?
human
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.
gpt
I don't quite understand yet,