“Perhaps there was some good reason for it,” suggested Glenn, significantly.
“Indeed there was!” answered Mr. Havens.
“Couldn’t you catch him?” asked Jimmie.
“I could not!” was the reply.
While the millionaire remained in the bath-room, the boys discussed all manner of surmises concerning the accidents which had happened to the Ann. They had not yet heard a word of explanation from Mr. Havens concerning the warnings of trouble which had been received by wire, but they understood that the interferences to the big aeroplane were only part of the general trouble scheme which seemed to have broken loose the night before. Finally they all gave up the problem.
“We don’t know anything about it!” exclaimed Jimmie. “And we won’t know anything about it until Mr. Havens gets cleaned up and tells us, so we may as well talk about hens, or white bulldogs, until he gets ready to open up. By the way,” the boy continued, “where is Sam?”
“Mellen took him down to get him into decent clothes,” Ben answered.
“Is he coming back here?” asked Jimmie. “I rather like that fellow.”
“Of course he’s coming back!” Ben replied. “He’s hasn’t got any other place to go! He’s flat broke and hungry.”
“I thought perhaps he wouldn’t like to meet Mr. Havens,” Jimmie commented, with a wink at Carl.