"There is only one way to be," Tom stated, "and that is to show
this picture to Mr. Keith. Where is he?"

"Ill at his home in Bedford," answered Mrs. Nestor.

"Then we'll go there and see him!" declared Tom.

"But it's a hundred miles from here!" exclaimed Mary. "And you
are leaving on your submarine trip the first thing in the
morning, Tom!"

"No, I'm not leaving until I settle this matter," declared the
young inventor. "I'm not going on an undersea voyage with a man
who may be a cheater. I want this matter settled. I'll postpone
this trip until I find out. A day's delay won't matter."

"But it will take longer than that," said Mr. Nestor. "Bedford
is a small place, and there's only one train a day there. You'll
lose at least three days Tom, if you go there."

"Not necessarily," was the quick answer. "I can go by airship,
and make the trip in a little over an hour. I can be back the
same day, perhaps not in time to start our submarine trip, as Mr.
Keith may be too ill to see me. But I won't lose much time in my
Air Scout.

"Mary, will you go with me to see your uncle? We'll start the
first thing in the morning and I'll show him this picture. Will
you go?"