and see if there's anything going on."

As the two lads passed the mansion, they saw a man, in the kind of
suit usually worn by a carpenter, come out of the back door and
stand looking across the garden. In his hand he held a saw.

"Still at the repairs, I guess," remarked Ned. "I wonder what--"

"Look there! Look! Quick!" suddenly interrupted Tom, and Ned,
looking, saw someone standing behind the carpenter in the door. "If
that isn't Andy Foger, I'll eat my hat!" cried Tom.

"It sure is," agreed Ned. "What in the world is he doing there?"

But his question was not answered, for, a moment later, Andy turned,
and went inside, and the carpenter followed, closing the door behind
them.

"That's queer," spoke Tom.

"Very," agreed Ned. "He didn't go back after all. I'd like to know
what's going on in there."

"And there's someone else who would like to know, also, I think,"
said Tom in a low voice.

"Who?" asked Ned.

"That man hiding behind the big tree across the street. I'm sure
he's watching the Foger house, and when Andy came to the door that