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 said tome. "Two thousand pound bombs of TNT. D'you suppose he has 'em?"

I thought of Bane's airplanes and his workshop across the lake and the indefinite possibility of secret manufactury or of storage in the valleys of these wooded hills.

"Why not?" I replied to Pete.

"There is no why not to him," Pete solemnly admitted to me. "He might have them; I was only thinking, if he has!"