Tom Swift and his house on wheels

by Victor Appleton

"Good idea. But where is it?"

"Just outside Chesterport."

"Chesterport!" exclaimed Ned, with every indication of excitement. "You mean Chesterport in this state?"

"Sure. Why not? What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing. Only—Well, say, what are you going to do after you surprise Mary in Chesterport?"

"After that we can keep on touring, if you like. We can go as far beyond Chesterport as you like."

"We won't have to go far," murmured Ned, and there was a strange look in his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me before that Mary had gone to Chesterport?"

"I didn't attach any importance to it, for one thing," answered Tom. "And, for all I know, I may have mentioned it to you a dozen times."

"No you didn't, or I'd have remembered it."

"What did you mean by saying we won't have to go far beyond Chesterport?" asked Tom. "What's there of such importance?"