“Just exactly,” replied Timms, “and when the Goliath is completed and in the air it will dwarf even the great dirigibles Reikoff has turned out at his Blenkko plant in Rubania. Now you understand why the Rubanian secret police, or Gerka as it is better known, is interested in the Goliath. So far we’ve been pretty successful in checking sabotage and this mechanic was the only man they could get into the plant.”
“He was enough,” said Andy, “for had his plan succeeded and the door have crushed an end of the hangar we might have been delayed for months.”
They walked slowly back toward the hangar, discussing further the events which had just taken place and planning for the tightening of the guard lines around the plant.
“As soon as this agent of the Gerka is patched up in the hospital I’ll go over and give him a thorough grilling,” said Timms as they reached the hangar.
“Let me know when you go,” said Andy. “I’d like to see what he has to say.”
“I’ll do that,” promised the secret service agent as Andy and Bert got into the young engineer’s roadster.
When they reached the little building which served as Andy’s office, they found a messenger boy with a telegram for Andy.
“Must be from Dad,” he said as he ripped open the envelope, “and believe me I’ll be glad to have him back here in charge of things.”
Andy scanned the telegram; then he read it again hardly able to believe the words which were typed on the yellow sheet.
“What’s the matter?” asked Bert anxiously.