“May I suggest one zing?”
“Go ahead, Pierre. What’s in your mind?”
“I venture to make one little suggestion. Why not ask ze young lady to take ze plans to your friend?”
“Miss Merle Farnsworth?” asked Dick in surprise. “But how am I to do that?”
“I will promise to arrange a meeting—zat is, if you are not afraid of Mr. Thurston and his men.”
“Afraid!” shouted Dick. “You give me the chance to see Merle again, and old Ben Thurston and all his sleuths may go to blazes.”
“Zen I will arrange, and I zink it will please ze young lady very much to have ze honor of taking care of ze plans.”
“You mean it will be a mighty honor for the plans to be in her care, Pierre. But I know she will gladly do me this service. How and when can I see her?”
“Be ready tomorrow morning by ten o’clock. I will take you to a quiet place among ze old oak trees.”
“Pierre, you’re a regular brick,” cried Dick, as he slapped the old Frenchman on the shoulder in the exuberance of his delight.