"Well, that"s what I thought, but I didn"t tell the man so. I judged it would be best for him to find out for himself."
"What was the man"s name?"
"He didn"t tell me, and I didn"t ask him."
"How did he look?"
"Well, he was well dressed, wore kid gloves and all that, and he had a little black mustache."
Tom started, and Mr. Merton noticed it.
"Do you know him?" he asked.
"No," replied Tom, "but I saw--" Then he stopped. He recalled the man he had seen in the post-office. He answered this description, but it was too vague to be certain.
"Did you say you"d seen him?" asked Mr. Merton, regarding Tom curiously.
"No--yes--that is--well, I"ll tell my father about it," stammered Tom, who concluded that it would be best to say nothing of his suspicions. "I"ll be back right after dinner, Mr. Merton. Please have the bolts ready for me, if you can."
"I will. Is your father going to use them in a new machine?"
"Yes; dad is always making new machines," answered the youth, as the most polite way of not giving the proprietor of the shop any information. "I"ll be back right after dinner," he called as he went out to get on his wheel.
Tom was much puzzled. He felt certain that the man in the post-office and the one who had questioned Mr. Merton were the same.
"There is something going on, that dad should know about," reflected Tom. "I must tell him. I don"t believe it will be wise to send any more of his patent work over to Merton. We must do it in the shops at home, and dad and I will have to keep our eyes open. There may be spies about seeking to discover something about his new turbine motor. I"ll hurry back with those bolts and tell dad. But first I must get lunch. I"ll go to the restaurant and have a good feed while I"m at it."
Tom had plenty of spending money, some of which came from a small patent he had marketed himself. He left his wheel outside the restaurant, first taking the precaution to chain the wheels, and then went inside. Tom was hungry and ordered a good meal. He was about half way through it when some one called his name.
"h.e.l.lo, Ned!" he answered, looking up to see a youth about his own age. "Where did you blow in from?"
"Oh, I came over from Shopton this morning," replied Ned Newton, taking a seat at the table with Tom. The two lads were chums, and in their younger days had often gone fishing, swimming and hunting together. Now Ned worked in the Shopton bank, and Tom was so busy helping his father, so they did not see each other so often.
"On business or pleasure?" asked Tom, putting some more sugar in his coffee.
"Business. I had to bring some papers over from our bank to the First National here. But what about you?"
"Oh, I came on dad"s account."
"Invented anything new?" asked Ned as he gave his order to the waitress.
"No, nothing since the egg-beater I was telling you about. But I"m working on some things."
"Why don"t you invent an automobile or an airship?"
"Maybe I will some day, but, speaking of autos, did you see the one Andy Foger has?"
"Yes; it"s a beaut! Have you seen it?"
"Altogether at too close range. He nearly ran over me this morning,"
and the young inventor related the occurrence.
"Oh, Andy always was too fresh," commented Ned; "and since his father let him get the touring car I suppose he"ll be worse than ever."
"Well, if he tries to run me down again he"ll get into trouble,"
declared Tom, calling for a second cup of coffee.
The two chums began conversing on more congenial topics, and Ned was telling of a new camera he had, when, from a table directly behind him, Tom heard some one say in rather loud tones:
"The plant is located in Shopton, all right, and the buildings are near Swift"s house."
Tom started, and listened more intently.
"That will make it more difficult," one man answered. "But if the invention is as valuable as--"
"Hush!" came a caution from another of the party. "This is too public a place to discuss the matter. Wait until we get out. One of us will have to see Swift, of course, and if he proves stubborn--"
"I guess you"d better hush yourself," retorted the man who had first spoken, and then the voices subsided.
But Tom Swift had overheard something which made him vaguely afraid.
He started so at the sound of his father"s name that he knocked a fork from the table.
"What"s the matter; getting nervous?" asked Ned with a laugh.
"I guess so," replied Tom, and when he stooped to pick the fork up, not waiting for the girl who was serving at his table, he stole a look at the strangers who had just entered. He was startled to note that one of the men was the same he had seen in the post-office--the man who answered the description of the one who had been inquiring of Mr. Merton about the Swift shops.
"I"m going to keep my ears open," thought Tom as he went on eating his dinner.
CHAPTER III.
IN A SMASH-UP
Though the young inventor listened intently, in an endeavor to hear the conversation of the men at the table behind him, all he could catch was an indistinct murmur. The strangers appeared to have heeded the caution of one of their number and were speaking in low tones.
Tom and Ned finished their meal, and started to leave the restaurant. As Mr. Swift"s son pa.s.sed the table where the men sat they looked up quickly at him. Two of them gave Tom but a pa.s.sing glance, but one--he whom the young inventor had noticed in the post-office--stared long and intently.
"I think he will know me the next time he sees me," thought Tom, and he boldly returned the glance of the stranger.
The bolts were ready when the inventor"s son called at the machine shop a second time, and making a package of them Tom fastened it to the saddle of his bicycle. He started for home at a fast pace, and was just turning from a cross road into the main highway when he saw ahead of him a woman driving a light wagon. As the sun flashed on Tom"s shining wheel the horse gave a sudden leap, swerved to one side, and then bolted down the dusty stretch, the woman screaming at the top of her voice.
"A runaway!" cried Tom; "and partly my fault, too!"
Waiting not an instant the lad bent over his handle-bars and pedaled with all his force. His bicycle seemed fairly to leap forward after the galloping horse.
"Sit still! Don"t jump out! Don"t jump!" yelled the young inventor.