"Dad's up rather late," said Tom to himself. "I wonder if he's
studying over some new machine."
The lad ran his auto into the temporary garage he had built for
it, and connected the wires of a burglar alarm he had arranged,
to give warning in case any of his enemies should seek to damage
the car.
Tom encountered Garret Jackson, the aged inventor who was going
his rounds, seeing that everything was all right about the
various shops.
"Anybody with my father, Garret?" asked the lad. "I see he's
still up."
"Yes," was the rather unexpected reply. "Mr. Damon is with him.
They've been in your father's room all the evening--ever since
you went away in the car."
"Anything the matter?" inquired the young inventor, a bit
anxious, as he thought of the Happy Harry gang.
"Well, I don't know," and the engineer seemed puzzled. "They
called me in once to know if everything was all right outside,
and to inquire if you were back. I saw, then, that they were busy
figuring over something, but I didn't take much notice. Only I
heard Mr. Damon say: 'There's going to be trouble if we can't
realize on those bonds,' and then I came away."
"Is that all he said?" asked Tom.
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