/0/7265/coverbig.jpg?v=168e86ff4eea111037775e31375bd410)
Chapter 20 THE PROVING OF THE BRAKE
On Monday morning Philip rose early. He had a hard week before him, for besides performing his usual duties-and their name was legion at this busy season of the year-he hoped to devote an afternoon to an exhaustive trial of the Meldrum Automatic Electro-Magnetic (described by the ribald Timothy as the Ought-to-Scrap-It, Don't You-Forget-It) Brake.
/0/12359/coverbig.jpg?v=20240628172855)
/0/15336/coverbig.jpg?v=c9fe27c8e94eb88ba43f2ca295c88383)
/0/1113/coverbig.jpg?v=a2409c24f04d5192057cb1242c663e4a)
/0/1112/coverbig.jpg?v=788a5b71dbd3b05aef805512df97a28e)
/0/2560/coverbig.jpg?v=f8aef2d04d92ea4d5c78ec8f24cb99a0)
/0/4991/coverbig.jpg?v=dd836215175238d29ce32e0104634b2f)