"So do I," added the agent. "I'll call on you day after to-morrow, Tom, and I expect you to get right on the job," he added with a laugh.
"Have you any idea what you are going to do, Tom?" asked his chum, as they turned toward their houses.
"Not exactly. If I go I'll use my noiseless airship. That will come in handy. But this night business rather stumps me. I don't quite see my way to get around that. Of course I could use an ordinary searchlight, but that doesn't give a bright enough beam, or carry far enough. It's going to be quite a problem and I've got to think it over."
"Queer about the Fogers; wasn't it, Tom?"
"Yes, I didn't think they were going to let us in."
"There's something going on there, in spite of the fact that they were willing for an inspection to be made," went on Ned.
"I agree with you. I thought it was funny the way Mr. Foger acted about not wanting the men to go down in the cellar."
"So did I, and yet when they got down there they didn't find anything."
"That's so. Well, maybe we're on the wrong track, after all. But I'm going to keep my eyes open. I don't see what Andy wants with an airship platform on the roof of his house. The ground is good enough to start from and land on."
"I should think so, too. But then Andy always did like to show off, and do things different from anybody else. Maybe it's that way now."