"Very well, Mr. Swift. There doesn't seem to be any trouble at all, but it may happen any minute. Koku seems to take to it like a duck to water."
"Well, when he is ready to assume charge let me know."
"And then am I to go into the aeroplane shop?"
"I'll see. By the way, how is your mother?" he asked quickly, looking Feldman full in the face.
"She is much better. I took a day off yesterday to go to see her," the man replied quietly enough, and without sign of embarrassment.
"That's good. Let me see, she lives over near Lake Loraine, doesn't she?"
This time Feldman could not repress a start. But he covered it admirably by stooping over to pick up a tool that fell to the floor.
"No, my mother is in Lafayette," he said. "I don't know where Lake Loraine is."
"Oh," said Tom, as he turned aside to hide a smile. He was sure now he knew at least one of the plotters.
But Tom was not yet ready to show his hand. He wanted better evidence than any he yet possessed. It would take a little more time.