Tom and Sid promised to be on hand, and the two members of the committee departed, Ford Fenton being unable to tell what it was his uncle had said. As Tom saw their guests to the door, something bright and shining in the hall attracted his attention.
“It’s a matchbox,” he remarked as he picked it up. “It’s got initials on, too.”
“What are they?”
“Hum—look like H. E. G.”
“Horace E. Gladdus,” said Sid. “I wonder if he was sneaking around here trying to catch on about the dinner?”
[CHAPTER XXVII]
TOM IS KIDNAPPED
For a moment Tom looked at Sid. The same thought was in both their minds.