(xxx) The Case of the Stolen Secret

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Now, the case of the stolen secret. Dr. Hilton, I wish you'd let me go with you. It's best that I go alone, Lucy. After you leave me off at the railroad station, I'd like you to go back home and wait until you hear from me.

Just as you say. But somehow, I don't like the idea of you going to Washington by yourself. I'll attract much less attention that way. That formula in your briefcase is so important, you can never tell that my...

No, come, come, Lucy. You're getting all upset over nothing at all. You've worked too long years on it. I've watched you, Dr. Hilton. Dr. Hilton, I know how much it's taken out of you. It was worth every minute of it, my dear.

I know, but I can't help thinking of the desperate measure certain people might take the game possession of it. At the present moment, my dear Lucy, that would be a sheer waste of time. Only this week I discovered certain of my hypotheses were invalid.

Fortunately, I know now the cause of my errors. Nevertheless, my formula will still be in the hands of the National Defense Coordinator in the morning. You say it so lightly, as though your very life weren't in danger.

Lucy, I'm not the swaggering hero you'd like to think I am. I think you're pretty wonderful, Doctor. Do you mind? Not at all. I'm flattered. You've been like a father, too. Yes, unfortunately, I'm at the age where I best shoot the fatherly role.