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complexion. In fact, he did not look at all robust. He did, however, have a very alert manner.

This fellow, Pasha Bey reflected, would surely be an easy one to murder. The thought did not show on
his face, however. He extended the note his employer had handed through the barred door.

Long Tom read it.
MY DEAR ROBERTS: I have heard a great deal about your ability as an electrical expert, and of your
accomplishments in the field of atomic research.

You may not have heard of me, my name not being widely known. But I believe I have perfected a
device for killing harmful insects with atomic streams. My understanding is that you have experimented
along the same lines.

I certainly wish that you would visit me and inspect my apparatus. If you would be kind enough to do so,
the bearer of this note will guide you to my laboratory.

LELAND SMITH.

Long Tom showed pronounced interest. It was true that he had never heard of Leland Smith. But he had
himself perfected a device for killing insects. The thing would be a boon to farmers, and Long Tom
expected to make a fortune out of it. If some other inventor was likely to cut in on the profits, Long Tom
wanted to know about it.

"I'll go with you," he told Pasha Bey.

HURRIEDLY, Long Tom turned for his hat. A half-packed suitcase stood on a chair. It bore a fresh
label, addressed to a stateroom on the steamer Cameronic. This was ample evidence that Long Tom
expected to sail on the Camerionic, which was scheduled to depart shortly after midnight.

Long Tom placed the note on the table. At the foot of it, he wrote:

Doc -- I've gone to look into this.

"So my friends will know what became of me," he told Pasha Bey. "Let's go."

Pasha Bey would much rather that the note not be left behind. It was a clew for the Alexandria police,
who were unpleasantly efficient. But he dared not object, and arouse suspicion.

They went down to the lobby. Spying one of his men, Pasha Bey thought he saw a way of removing the
note from the scene.

"Ten thousand pardons, master," he apologized profusely to Long Tom. "I see an old friend. I would like
very much to talk to him for a moment."

"Sure! Go ahead."

Pasha Bey sidled over to his hireling, a man called Homar.

"Listen closely, oh stupid one!" he muttered. "This fool of a white man left a note on the table in his room.
The ways of the police are beyond understanding, and it might be unfortunate for us if they found the