ation getting information about the secret parts, and my
patents won't hold abroad. 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. Then, on account
of my illness, just as I once before forgot something, and thought the
minister had called, I lost all recollection of them. I hid those
plans."

Tom leaped to his feet. He rushed to the place named by his father.
Soon his triumphant shout told of his success. He came hurrying back
into the house with a roll of papers in his hands.

And there were the long-missing plans! damp and stained by the weather,
but all there. No enemy had them, and Tom's secret was safe.

"Now I can accept the Government offer!" he cried. And a few weeks
later he made a most advantageous deal with the United States officials
for his patents.

Dr. Gladby explained that Mr. Swift's queer action was due to his
illness. He became liable to lapses of memory, and one happened just
after he hid away the plans. Even the hiding of them was caused by the
peculiar condition of his brain. He had opened the library window,
slipped oot with the papers, and hastened in again, to fall asleep in
his chair, during the short time Tom was gone.

"And Andy Foger never took them at all," remarked Mary Nestor, when Tom
was telling her about it a few days afterward.

"No. I guess I must apologize to him." Which Tom did, but Andy did not
receive it very graciously, especially as Tom accused him of trying to
destroy the Humming-Bird.

Andy denied this