Mr. Whitford blew his whistle, and at once his several deputies came
running up.

"You see I am well prepared to meet force with force, Mr. Foger,"
said the chief agent, calmly.

"Force! What do you mean, sir?"

"I mean that I have certain information against you. There has been
smuggling going on from Canada into the United States."

"Canada? What have I to do with Canada?"

"You don't live far from there," said Mr. Whitford significantly.
"Airships have been used. Your son has one, but I don't believe that
figured in the game. But two friends of mine saw something to-night
that made me decide on this raid. Tom and Ned, tell Mr. Foger what
you saw."

The agent stepped back, so that the two lads could be seen. There
was another gasp of surprise, this time from Andy Foger, who had
remained in the background.

"Tom Swift!" gasped the bully.

"Tell them what you saw. Tom," went on the agent, and Tom and Ned by
turns, relayed the incident of the wagon load of goods driving away
from the gardener's house.

"This, with what has gone before, made us suspicious," said Mr.