“You wanted to see my husband?” she asked, and Tom jumped at once to the conclusion (in which Ned later joined) that she knew nothing of the man’s peculiar activities. Their feeling that he was a brute and a bully toward her was afterward borne out by facts. “We have some business to transact with Mr. Fawn,” stated Ned. “But the maid said he wasn’t at home.” “No, he isn’t,” answered Mrs. Fawn, and the boys did not doubt her. “He has gone to Chicago on business. At least I think it is Chicago,” she added. “He goes to so many places I sometimes forget. But I know it was out West.” “Well, if he’s that far off, I guess we can’t see him to-night,” returned Tom with a smile as he arose to go. “When did he leave town?” “The day before yesterday,” answered Mrs. Fawn. Ned had not given his name, and though Tom had mentioned his, he did not believe Mrs. Fawn knew enough of her husband’s business to connect her callers with the bond accusation against Mr. Newton. But the two young men glanced sharply at each other when Mrs. Fawn spoke of her husband having gone to Chicago two days previous. If that was the case he could hardly have been engaged in the theft of Tom’s strong box. “Do you want to leave any word for Mr. Fawn when he returns?” asked his wife. “Thank you, no,” answered Tom. “It wasn’t important. We’ll see him when he gets back.” When they were outside Ned asked: “Well, what do you think now, Tom?” “I don’t know what to think. Koku is pretty sharp. When he says he saw a thing you can make up your mind that he did. Of course it’s possible there may be two men who limp and throw out their left elbows, you know.” “It’s possible, but not very probable,” answered the young manager. “I believe Fawn is guilty, but his wife may not, and very likely doesn’t, know anything about it. She’s a meek little lady.” “Yes, indeed,” agreed Tom. “Well, we’re stuck for the time being. However, to-morrow is another day. Something may turn up then. Anyhow, even if it doesn’t, I’m going to start out.” “Start out where?” Ned wanted to know. “To look for that blue aero-hydroplane. I’m going to scout around in the _Blackbird_ and see if I can’t get on the trail of the fellows who have my chest of secrets.” “I’d like to go with you.” “Wouldn’t think of taking off without you, old scout!” cried Tom. He guided the car down the street and out on a wide avenue, going along at a steady pace and with such an evident object in view that Ned asked: “Where are you heading?” “I thought I’d stop at the Nestors’ a minute,” answered Tom. “Then let me out here and I’ll take a trolley home,” said Ned. “Let you out here! What’s the idea?” cried Tom. “Well, you’re going to call on Mary, and——” “Forget it!” laughed Tom, clapping his chum on the back. “This is a sort of joint call, and you’re coming in. Mary isn’t fussy that way, and she always likes to see you.” “Thanks,” murmured Ned.