CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT.
"MADE IN GERMANY" "Now, Tommy, let's hear your idea," said Mr.Conne, indulgently, as he worked his cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other.

"I find there's generally a little fire where there's a good deal of smoke.
There's somebody or other, as you say, but the trouble is we don't know who he is.

We think maybe he looks like someone you've seen.

We think he may have a patent ear." He looked at Tom sideways and Tom could not help laughing.

Then he looked at the mysterious letter with a funny, ruminating look.
"What can we--you--do ?" Tom ventured to ask, feeling somewhat squelched.
Mr.Conne screwed up his mouth with a dubious look.