I wonder if there is any way of getting those
plans away from Andy Foger? I don't understand why he hasn't used them
before this. I thought sure he would make a craft like the Humming-Bird
to race against me."
"What plans are those?" asked Mr. Swift.
"Why, don't you remember?" asked Tom. "The ones I showed you one day, in
the library, when you fell asleep, and some one slipped in and stole
them."
A curious look came over Mr. Swift's face. He passed his hand across his
brow.
"I am beginning to remember something I have been trying to recall ever
since I became ill," he said slowly. "It is coming back to me. Those
plans--in the library--I fell asleep, but before I did so I hid those
plans, Tom!"
"You hid those plans!" Tom fairly shouted the words.
"Yes, I remember feeling a drowsy feeling coming on, and I feared lest
some one might see the drawings. I got up and put them under the window,
in a little, hollow place in the foundation wall. Then I came back in
through the window again, and went to sleep.
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