"Logansville, this state, was the place. I once saw Tom Snedecker
mail Andy a letter addressed to there. But what has that to do with
it?"

Tom's answer was to turn to a large map on the wall of his shop.
With a long stick he pointed out the city of Logansville.

"That isn't very far from the Canadian border; is it, Ned?" he
asked.

"Say, what are you driving at, Tom? It's right on the border between
New York and Canada, according to that map."

"Well, that's a good map, and you can be sure it is nearly right.
And, look here. There's the town of Montford, in Canada, almost
opposite Logansville."

"Well?"

"Oh, nothing, only I'm going to see Mr. Whitford."

"What do you mean, Tom?"

"I mean that the something queer part about this business may be
explained. They have traces of the smugglers sending their goods to
Shopton to be re-shipped here, to avoid suspicion, probably. They
have a suspicion that airships are used to get the goods over the
Canadian border at night."

"But," broke in Ned, "the government agent said that it was across