“Well, don’t think you’re going to experiment with my ring before I even wear it!” Sandy called.
Over dinner, Ed Longstreet held the Swifts enthralled as he told about the countries he had visited in the Middle East.
“Did you go to Kabulistan?” Sandy asked.
“No, I couldn’t get a plane reservation,” Ed said regretfully. “Now that the country’s been opened up to the outside world, so many foreign tourists and businessmen are flocking in that the
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few scheduled flights are sold out far in advance.”
Ed threw a glance at Tom. “Speaking of businessmen, I met a banker named Provard who was very much interested to hear that I was related to the famous Swift inventors.”
“An American?” Tom asked.
“Yes. I got the impression Mr. Provard might get in touch with you.”
“Maybe he wants Tom to invent a new burglar alarm for his bank vault.”
Sandy giggled.
“More likely he’s checking up on our credit,” Tom said dryly. “Dad, you’d better make sure my atomic power capsule experiments aren’t putting us in the red.”
Mr. Swift laughed. “No danger yet, son. I have an idea the capsule could be the most profitable project Swift Enterprises has ever undertaken!”
In the morning, while Mr. and Mrs. Swift and Sandy prepared for a day’s sail with their guest and Phyl Newton’s family aboard the beautiful ketch Sunspot, Tom sped off to his private lab at Swift Enterprises. This sprawling, four-square-mile enclosure of gleaming modern workshops and laboratories was the experimental station where Tom Jr. and Tom Sr. developed their scientific marvels.
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