"That's good. Let me see, she lives over near Lake Loraine,
doesn't she?"
This time Feldman could not repress a start. But he covered it
admirably by stooping over to pick up a tool that fell to the
floor.
"No, my mother is in Lafayette," he said. "I don't know where
Lake Loraine is."
"Oh," said Tom, as he turned aside to hide a smile. He was sure
now he knew at least one of the plotters.
But Tom was not yet ready to show his hand. He wanted better
evidence than any he yet possessed. It would take a little more
time.
Work on the aerial warship was rushed, and it seemed likely
that a trial flight could be made before the date set. Lieutenant
Marbury sent word that he would be on hand when needed, and in
some of the shops, where fittings for the Mars were being made,
night and day shifts were working.
"Well, if everything goes well, we'll take her for a trial
flight to-morrow," said Tom, coming in from the shops one
evening.
"Guns and all?" asked Ned, who had come over to pay his chum a
visit. Mr. Damon was also on hand, invoking occasional blessings.
"Guns and all," replied Tom.
Ned had a little vacation from the bank, and was to stay all
night, as was Mr.
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