“Where is father now?”
“He hurried down town to see his lawyer and try to get back those airship parts.”
“I must find him at once,” declared Ben. “Mother, this a pretty serious affair.”
“It is indeed, Ben.”
“It is all a plot, a base, wicked plot!” cried Ben. “Everybody knows that father is the soul of honesty. Mr. Saxton shall suffer for this.”
Ben was all on fire with indignation and excitement. He reached the office of Mr. Pearsons, his father’s lawyer, breathless and perspiring. It was to find his father pacing the floor in a restless, anxious way.
“Oh, father,” exclaimed Ben, “this is terrible!”
“For Saxton, yes,” said Mr. Hardy, in his usual calm and trustful way. “A man who will do what he has done, will wake up with a tormenting conscience some day.”
“But what good does that do us now?”
“Don’t worry, my son, everything will come out right.”