Then they did compliment him!
CHAPTER XXXII
FLIGHT!
When the sun peered through dispersing Summer storm clouds it saw three alert, wide-awake youths, a little tired but very tense, in the testing field of the Tredway aircraft plant.
With them were Mr. Tredway, the Chief of Police, Mr. Parsons and Griff.
“Is Tredway’s speed plane fueled up,” Mr. Wright came over from the offices where he had deposited the company books in readiness for later use: his question was addressed to Griff.
“Ready, sir,” the young son of Mr. Tredway’s partner responded.
“All plans arranged, Chief?”
“We’ve got a net spread that Barney Horton couldn’t escape if he was an eel. One of my best detectives has been outside his house ever since he went in from the taxi, at one ‘a.m.’ Those two men over by the offices, getting ready to dig a trench, are two picked men of my headquarters staff. Every motorcycle man, every traffic man, all our roundsmen and policemen are on the alert.”
“I simply cannot believe it of Barney,” Mr. Tredway was as doleful as though they were planning to arrest him, instead of his plant manager, “I took him in and gave him every opportunity, taught him all he knows, pushed him to the top. To think—”
“Hatred for a fancied wrong is a terrible force for evil,” said Mr. Wright.