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"Oh," remarked the young man. "I didn't know he had been
there."
"I meant to tell you," said Mrs. Baggert; "but getting the
lunch made me forget it, I guess."
Tom uncovered the transmitter of the telephone again, and spoke
to Mary Nestor.
"Hello," he said. "I was wrong, Mary. Your father was here, but
he left when he found I wasn't at home. How long ago? Wait a
minute and I'll inquire.
"How long ago did Mr. Nestor leave?" asked the young inventor
of the housekeeper. "Nearly an hour," he said into the
instrument, after he had received the answer. Then, after
listening a moment, he added: "Yes, I guess he'll be home soon
now. Probably stopped down town to see some of his friends. Yes,
Mr. Damon and I tried out the Air Scout. Yes, she worked pretty
well, for a starter, but there is something yet to be done. Oh,
yes, now I'll have time to come over to see you, and take you for
a ride too. We won't have to talk through a speaking tube,
either. Tell your father I am sorry I was out when he called.
I'll come to see him to-morrow, if he wants me to. Yes--yes. I
guess so!" and Tom laughed, it being evident that his remarks at
the end of the conversation had to do with personal matters.
"A telegram has come for Mr. Nestor and they were anxious that
he should get it," Tom explained to his little audience as he
hung up the receiver and put aside the telephone. "I wonder what
he wanted to see me about?"
"He didn't say," replied Mrs. Baggert.
Mr. Damon, Tom, and his father remained in conversation a
little while longer, and the eccentric man was thinking that it
was about time for him to return home, when the telephone rang
again.
"Hello," answered Tom, as he was nearest the instrument. "Oh,
yes, Mary, this is he. What's that? Your father hasn't reached
home yet? And your mother is worried? Oh tell her there is no
cause for alarm. As I said, he probably stopped on his way to see
some friends."
Tom listened for perhaps half a minute to a talk that was
inaudible to the others in the room, and they noticed a grave
look come over his face. Then he said:
"I'll be right over, Mary. Yes, I'll come at once. And tell
your mother not to worry. I'm sure nothing could have happened.
I'll be with you in a jiffy!"
As Tom Swift hung up the receiver he said:
"Mr. Nestor hasn't reached home yet, and as he promised to
return at once in case he didn't find me, his wife is much
worried. I'll go over and see what I can do."
"I'll come along!" volunteered Mr. Damon. "It isn't late yet."
"Yes, do come," urged Tom. "But I suppose when we get there
we'll find our friend has arrived safely. We'll go over in the
electric runabout."
CHAPTER XV
A VAIN SEARCH
Tom Ssift's speedy little electric car was soon at the door in
readiness to take him and Mr. Damon to the Nestor home. The
electric runabout was a machine Tom had evolved in his early
inventive days, and though he had other automobiles, none was
quite so fast or so simple to run as this, which well merited the
name of the most rapid machine on the road. In it Tom had once
won a great race, as has been related in the book bearing the
title, "Tom Swift and His Electric Runabout."
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