There was a knock. Felix Wong opened the door of the lab. The black-haired, almond-eyed young engineer, who was known at the plant for his jolly, pleasant ways, looked somewhat troubled.
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“Am I interrupting a security conference?”
“No, come on in, Felix,” Tom said.
Ames grinned and got up to go. “I’ll leave you two to your scientific gobbledy-gook and get on with my sleuthing.”
“Wait a minute, Harlan,” Felix Wong said. “Maybe you should hear this, too.”
Ames glanced at him. “Anything wrong?”
“I don’t know. Something odd happened last night. With all the confidential work we do at Enterprises, I thought I should report it.”
“What happened, Felix?” Tom asked.
“Someone broke into my apartment.”
Ames’s eyes narrowed. “Was anything stolen?”
“No, that’s what seems so funny. There were Valuables lying out in plain sight-my wallet, some Chinese jades, an expensive miniature camera-but nothing was touched.”
“How about scientific data?” Tom inquired.
“Well, I had some problems jotted down that I was setting up for computer programming,” Felix said. “They were in a briefcase, but apparently that hadn’t been touched, either.”
“What makes you so sure someone broke in?” Ames asked.
“For one thing, the door lock had been jimmied. You can see the scratch marks on the metal. Also, the inside latch chain was hanging loose, and I remember fastening it last night.”
Both Tom and Ames were as puzzled as Felix by the incident, but none of them could offer any
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explanation. Ames promised to send a security man, however, to dust the apartment for fingerprints.
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