“There’s a man sleeps there, but he’ll be inside. It’s just a wooden shack. Built it for a hangar and then added to it. The boss would like some drawings and papers out of the place, and he’s been after them, but he can’t make the riffle.... He hadn’t expected to get busy so soon, but we got a tip that Waite had wired the Signal Corps to come on to watch a test of the engine. Well—there won’t be any test to speak of. That engine’ll fly without any wings.”
“TNT?” asked the other.
“Sure. That does the business.”
“To-night, eh?... It’s a nice place to work, ’way down on the shore there. Nobody likely to be passing.”
“He must ’a’ picked it on purpose for us,” Philip said, with a laugh.... “Eleven o’clock.”
“You’ll bring the stuff?”
“Naturally. And you be on hand prompt.”
“Who’s running this—von Essen or the boss?”
“What comes from one comes from the other, lately.”
“I’d love to be that watchman,” said the man as he moved toward the door. “He’ll wake up straddling a cloud.”