“But I’d better not,” Tom decided as another thought struck him. This might be a trick of Jantree’s to find out which side Warturo was on! The Brungarians were certainly ruthless enough to use such tactics. It was possible that the occupants of the car were watching even now from some vantage point farther down the street. If Tom appeared, Warturo’s life might be at stake!
Tom hesitated in fearful uncertainty. What should he do?
CHAPTER XIV
THE FLYING CARPET
SUDDENLY Tom had an idea. He remembered that a bachelor dinner had been planned that evening for an Enterprises employee named Dick Hampton, who was about to be married. The party was being held at the Stacy Hotel.
Tom glanced at his watch. “Maybe I can get Dick to help me!” he said to himself, and grabbed his bedside phone. He dialed the hotel’s number.
Fortunately, the party was just ending.
“What’s up?” Dick asked when he heard who was calling.
“Will you do me a favor?” Tom said. “It’s urgent!”
“Sure. Just name it.”
“There’s no time to explain, but please drive past my house-pronto! If you see an injured man lying alongside the road, act surprised. Get out and help him.
Whisper to him I sent you, and if he has any message, call me back as soon as possible!”
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Though puzzled, Dick promised to comply. He hurried out to the hotel parking lot, warmed up his car, and sped off toward the Swift home.
Tom was watching anxiously from his bedroom window. Ten minutes later he saw the lights of an oncoming car. As it slowed to a halt near the Swifts’
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