A TOWN BLAZE
Mary's uncle, Jasper Blake, always an impetuous man, opened the door so quickly that Tom, who was standing near it talking to Mary, barely had time to move aside.
"Oh, Tom, excuse me! Didn't see you!" bruskly went on Mr.Blake."But this thing has gotten on my nerves and I guess I'm a bit wrought up.
"There isn't any guessing about it, Uncle Jasper," said Mary, with a laugh and a look at Tom to warn him not to tell her relative that he had just befriended Field and Melling."For," as Mary said to Tom later, "he would positively rave at you."Tom was wise enough to realize this, and so, after some laughing reference to the effect that he would have to wear protective armor if he stood near doors when Mary's uncle opened them so suddenly, the conversation became general.
"I hope you never get roped in as I have been," said Mr.Blake, as he sat down."Those scoundrels, Field and Melling, would rob a baby of his first tooth if they had the chance!""No, I am not likely to have anything to do with them; though I have met them," and Tom gave Mary a glance."But did I hear you say they are embarking on a dye enterprise?" he asked."I couldn't help overhearing what you said in the hall," he explained.
"That's the story they tell," said Uncle Jasper."I was foolish enough to invest in the Landmark Building, and now I'm likely to lose it all in a lawsuit.""I mentioned it," said Mary.
"And that isn't the worst," went on Mr.Blake."But Barton-- that's your friend of the submarine--will give me the laugh, for he was asked to invest in the same building, and didn't.""Oh, maybe it will all turn out right," said Tom consolingly."My friend Mr.Damon has a little stock in the same structure.""Nothing those two scoundrels have anything to do with will turn outright," declared Mary's uncle."And to think of their nerve when they ask me to go in with them on a dye scheme!""That's what interests me," said Tom.
"Well, take my advice and don't become interested to the extent of investing any money," warned Mr.Blake."I'm not going to.""I didn't mean that way," said Tom."But I happen to be acquainted with an expert dye maker who lost some secret formulae during a fire in Field and Melling's factory.""You don't say so!" cried Mr.Blake."Tom Swift, there's something wrong here! Let you and me talk this over.I begin to see how I may be able to take a peep through the hole in the grindstone," a colloquial expression which was as well understood by Tom as were some of Mr.Damon's blessing remarks.
"If you're going to talk business I think I'll excuse myself," said Mary."Don't go," urged Tom, but she said to him that she would see himbefore he left, and then she went out, leaving her uncle and the young inventor busily engaged in talking.
But though Mr.Blake had certain suspicions regarding Field and Melling, and though Tom Swift, too, believed they had something to do with the disappearance of Baxter's secret formulae, it was another matter to prove anything.
Impetuous as he often was, Mr.Blake was for calling in the police at once, and having the two men arrested.But Tom counseled delay.
"Wait until we get more evidence against them," he urged."But they may skip out!" objected Mary's uncle.
"They won't with that Landmark Building on their hands," said the young inventor.
"Their hands! Huh! They'll take precious good care that the trouble and responsibility of it are on other people's hands before they go," declared Mr.Blake."However, I suppose you're right.Barton Keith sets a deal by your opinion since that undersea search, and while I don't always agree with him, I do in this case.Especially since he is likely to have the laugh on me.""Oh, I wouldn't count everything lost in that building deal," said Tom.
"A way may be found out of the trouble yet.But I must be getting back.Dr.Henderson was to give a report today on the condition of Eradicate's eyes, and I want to be there.""Mary was saying something about your faithful old retainer being in trouble," said Mr.Blake."I'm sorry to hear about it.""We are all sorry for poor Rad," replied Tom slowly."I only hope he gets his sight back.His last days will be very sad if he doesn't."Tom found Mary waiting for him after he had left her uncle, and, after a short talk with her, he made ready to ride back with Mr.Damon, who, after having attended to several other matters, was now outside in his car.
"When are you coming home, Mary?" Tom asked.
"In a week or two," she answered."I'll send word when I'm ready and you can come and get me.""Delighted!" declared Tom."Don't forget!" During the ride home the young inventor was unusually silent, so much so that Mr.Damon finally exclaimed:
