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"Everywhere if you know anything of the aviation world," snapped
Laurance rather crossly, for at times Dan's indolence in acquiring
necessary information annoyed him. "Solomon Vincent, who has been
inventing airships and new-fangled aeroplanes for ever so long."
"Yes, yes! I remember now. He's a genius. Every one knows him."
"Every one knows of him, except yourself; but no one knows him
personally. He lives a secluded life up in Hillshire, on the borders
of the moors, where he can find wide space for his experiments in
aerial craft. I interviewed him a year ago, and--and----" Laurance
blushed red.
"Hullo, what's this?" asked Dan shrewdly. "Can it be that the inventor
has a daughter fair?"
"A niece," retorted Laurance, recovering; "why shouldn't I be in love
as well as you, Halliday? However, that doesn't matter."
"It matters a great deal to you."
"Never mind. What you have to do is to secure one of Vincent's
machines and try for this race. If you win the prize you will have
heaps of money to search for the gang. But why doesn't Miss Moon----"
"I don't take Lillian's money," said Dan curtly, and blushed in his
turn. "It is a good idea, Freddy. How can I get hold of the machine?"
"I shall take you up to Hillshire next week, and you can see Vincent
for yourself. He can talk to you, and----"
"And you can talk to the niece. What's her name?"
"Oh, shut up and get out," said Laurance, turning away, "you're
interrupting my work."
"Going to write a letter to the beloved," said Dan, leisurely making
for the door. "All right, old son, I'll go. You know my address, so
write me when you want me. I'd like to see Vincent's machines, as I
hear he has made several good improvements, and everything tells in a
race. Salaam!"
"Keep your eyes open," Laurance called after him; "remember Monsieur
Chance may prove to be our best friend."
Dan departed, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't believe in heaven-sent
miracles," were his last words. But they were wasted on Freddy, for
that alert young man was already buried in his work. It was painful to
witness such industry, in Halliday's opinion.
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