seen anything of him?" asked Mr. Damon, as Ned jumped out
of his small runabout at the Swift home as soon as possible after
receiving the telephone message that seemed to presage something wrong.

"Seen him? No, certainly not!" answered the young bank clerk. "I'm as
much surprised as you are over it. What happened, anyhow?"

"Bless my memorandum pad, but I hardly know!" answered the eccentric
man. "I arrived here a little while ago, stopping in merely to pay Tom
a visit, as I often do, and he wasn't here. His father was anxiously
waiting for him, too, wishing to consult him about some shop matters.
Mr. Swift said Tom had gone out with you, or over to your house--I
wasn't quite sure which at first--and was expected back any minute.

"Then I called you up," went on Mr. Damon, "and I was surprised to
learn you hadn't seen Tom. There must be something wrong, I think."

"I'm sure of it!" exclaimed Ned. "Let's find Mr. Swift. And what's
this about his going to meet me over at the place of that farmer, Mr.
Kanker, where we had the trouble about the barn Tom demolished?"

"I hardly know, myself. Perhaps Mr. Swift can tell us."

But Mr. Swift was able to throw but little light on Tom's
disappearance--whether a natural or forced disappearance remained to be
seen.

"No matter where he is, we'll get him," declared Ned. "He hasn't been
away a great while, and it may turn out that his absence is perfectly
natural."

"And if it's due to the plots of any of his rivals," said Mr. Damon,
"I'll denounce them all as traitors, bless my insurance policy, if I
don't! And that's what they are! They're playing into the hands of the
enemy!"

"All right," said Ned. "But the thing to do now is to get Tom. Perhaps
Mrs. Baggert can help us."

It developed that the housekeeper was of more assistance in giving
information than was Mr. Swift.

"It was several hours ago," she said, "that the telephone rang and some
one asked for Tom. The operator shifted the call to the phone out in
the tank shop where he was, and Tom began to talk. The operator, as Tom
had instructed her, listened in, as Tom wants always a witness to most
matters that go on over his wires of late."

"What did she hear?" asked Ned eagerly.

"She heard what she thought was your voice, I believe," the housekeeper
said.

"Me!" cried the young bank clerk. "I haven't talked to Tom to-day, over
the phone or any other way. But what next?"

"Well, the operator didn't listen