“Give me those pictures!” Tom demanded fiercely.
“Okay. Let me up and you can have them,” Sidney Dansitt mumbled.
Tom bounded to his feet and waited. Dansitt took a box containing a roll of film from under his jacket and handed it over.
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Tom took it but said he wanted to look inside Dansitt’s camera. Without a word the photographer led the way back to the plane and opened the camera.
There was no film inside.
“Satisfied?” he snapped.
“Okay,” Tom conceded. “But you had no business flying over Swift Enterprises,” he added hotly.
The other sneered. “The air’s free and I was just having a little fun. But you got the film, so what are you griping about?”
“There’s another matter I want to settle with you, Dansitt,” Tom said. “How do you explain why some plans and the dog’s-head coin disappeared from my home?”
Dansitt’s eyes showed alarm for a fraction of a second, then they narrowed, gleaming cold and cruel, straight into Tom’s.
“If you’re accusing me of being a thief, I’ll-” He stepped menacingly toward Tom.
“You were the only person who saw me pick up that coin from the runway,”
Tom said evenly.
“Suppose I was?” Dansitt flared. “I didn’t steal it. And nobody can call me a thief!”
Unexpectedly he lunged at Tom and drove a smashing uppercut to his chin.
The young inventor staggered backward, and for several seconds everything seemed to swirl before his eyes. Tom’s vision cleared just in time to see Dansitt leap into his plane and take off.
Although furious that Dansitt had caught him off guard and made a getaway, Tom was relieved to find