“What’s the meaning of this?” Mr. Swift asked icily. “You said you were bringing us here to show us your company’s new radio.”
“We’ll have it soon, I trust,” Furster said. “That is, if you two want to stay healthy.”
“Just what does that mean?” Tom demanded.
“I mean we want your new radio, bright boy, and we’re keeping you and your father prisoners here until we get it.” Furster’s tone of voice held a deadly menace. “I’ve already sold the idea of a demonstration to Astro-Dynamics. And I intend to do that, then fill orders, using your design. My plan for obtaining your final blueprints-er- didn’t pan out.”
Tom looked around at Bruggin and Howard. Both had pulled out guns and were grinning. Tom could hardly control his fury. He and his father had been neatly decoyed into Furster’s trap!
Mr. Swift was tight-lipped. “You’ll never get away with this, Furster. Our security chief knows we were going to meet you.”
Furster sneered. “I’ll deny ever phoning you. If the police trace that call this morning, they’ll find it came from a drugstore booth.”
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“I see.” Mr. Swift considered coolly. “And how do you expect to get your hands on Tom’s radio as long as we’re here?”
“Simple. You’ll write a note to your secretary, telling her to have the radio plus all drawings and data on the set turned over to the messenger. You can say he’s to bring the stuff to my laboratory so you and your son can make a comparison of the two designs.”
“You’re crazy if you think that plan will work!” Tom snapped. “Our security department double checks and okays any plans of new inventions that are taken out of the plant.”
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