"Then we may be in time!" Tom ejaculated.
"Time for what?" asked Ned.
"To stop any funny work."
"Whew!" whistled the financial manager. "As bad as that? Whom do you suspect?"
"You never can tell," was Tom's reply. "Ever since I've been in this business I've had to fight crooks and sharps. And I didn't like the way Cunningham acted after I turned down his proposition."
"He sure was mad," declared Ned. "But do you think he knew anything about your House on Wheels, and might try to put sand in the motor bearings or hire some one to do it?"
"You never can tell," said Tom again. "Though if it was Cunningham, it was pretty quick work."
"Crooks very often need to act quickly," observed Ned.
Tom hurried forward and was the first of the three to enter the shop. In one corner was a heavy case and opening it were two men, the only occupants of the place just then. At the sound of Tom's entrance they turned, straightened up and looked apprehensive. And well they might, for Ned cried:
"The rat-faced man, Tom! Look! The one who was with Cunningham!"