"Nonsense, dad. Don't worry just because you saw some of your
former enemies. Everything is all right at home. Mrs. Baggert
and Garret Jackson will look after things. But, if you like, I,
can find out for you how matters are."

"How, Tom?"

"By taking a run down there in my motor-boat. I can do it
to-morrow and get back by night, if I start early. Then you will
not worry."

"All right, Tom; I wish you would. Come up to my room and we will
talk it over. I'd rather leave you go than telephone, as I don't
like to talk of my business over the wire if I can avoid it."


CHAPTER X

A CRY FOR HELP

"Now, dad, tell me all about it," requested Tom when he and Ned
were in Mr. Swift's apartment at the hotel, safe from the rain
that was falling. "How did you happen to see Anson Morse and
Happy Harry?" My old readers will doubtless remember that the
latter was the disguised tramp who was so vindictive toward Tom,
while Morse was the man who endeavored to sneak in Mr. Swift's
shop and steal a valuable invention.

"Well, Tom," proceeded the inventor, "there isn't much to tell. I
was out walking in the woods yesterday, and when I was behind a