Prolonged
search failed to locate them, or the missing employees.
Fort continued to go and come quite as before. He called frequently
upon Mona, with whom he was exceedingly careful to avoid all
reference to Powart, for fear he might blurt out the truth. The girl
told him that he still had a lot of time to make good; she would not
marry, she said, until after all danger from Alma was past. He was
satisfied.
"I have a little scheme up my sleeve," casually, "such as may amount
to something, and may not. I need just about that much time to
finish it, anyhow."
"Is it anything you can talk about now?"
"Not yet."
And the subject was dropped.
Thus matters stood when half the industrial army of Holl, taken from
their regular tasks, were set to the making of the giant gun and its
equally giant projectiles. Monstrous though they were to be,
however, they were no less prodigious than Powart. Could Fort,
wondered Mona, possibly equal him?
And so the weeks passed into months, and finally the great day came.
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