They returned to the house.
In the library, where Sandy had told Dick he had seen a glimmer of light, they saw nothing especially unusual, unless they could attach importance to an old photograph album, lying open on a corner settee with several small snapshots removed and only the gummed stickers left to show they had been there and what their size was.
“No Sandy,” said Dick, worried. “Do you suppose they?——”
“I wonder if he saw two people coming and crawled into the fuselage,” Larry said.
“He might have. I wish we could follow and see.”
“I’m ready—and I think I’d be safe to fly, even if it does look like storms. We could outfly Jeff, anyhow, catch up with him——”
He pointed to an open telephone book beside the instrument on the side table.
“It’s a Long Distance book, too—and its open at the E’s!” Dick glanced swiftly down the pages, “Evedall—Ever—Everdail!” he looked up with a surprised face.
Instantly Larry caught up the receiver.
“Long Distance Operator, please,” he spoke into the transmitter.