"Very well. But I came to hear about you. Tell me," and she looked
anxiously at Tom, while Mrs. Baggert discreetly withdrew to the
adjoining room, and made a great noise, rattling papers and moving
chairs about.

Thereupon Tom told what had happened, while Mary Nestor listened
interestedly and with expressions of fear at times.

"But if Andy had anything to do with it," concluded Tom, "I can't
understand what his object is. Andy is acting very strangely lately. We
can't locate him, nor find out where he is building his airship. That's
what I want to know; but Mr. Damon and I, after a lot of trouble, only
found his aeroplane shed empty."

"And you want to find out where Andy Foger is building his aeroplane
which he has entered in the big race?" asked Miss Nestor.

"That's what I'd like to know," declared Tom earnestly. "Only we can't
seem to do it. No one knows."

"Why don't you write to Mr. Sharp, or some one of the aviation meet
committee?" asked the girl simply. "They would know, for you say Andy
made his formal entry with them, and the rules require him to tell from
what city and State he will enter his craft. Write to the committee,
Tom."

For a moment the young inventor stared at her. Then he banged his fist
down on the arm of his chair.

"By Jove, Mary! That's the very thing!" he cried. "I wonder why I never