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chine! I only wish I knew who had done the deed!"
"There is a broken knife here among the cogwheels which has caused the mischief, Mr. Buckman," said one of the workmen, as he brought forth a battered and twisted object. "A common pocketknife—no, quite a fancy one, with a name on the handle."
"Let me see the knife!" cried the superintendent, eagerly. "What's this, Franklin Bell!" he went on as he read the name on the handle. He looked around and espied the young electrician. "Bell, come here and explain this at once!"
