“In fact, I think I’ll fly out to the Citadel and work on it in the lab there for a few days,” Tom said.
“Oh! What a super idea!” Sandy burst out when she heard the plan. “Bud will be going, I suppose, and school’s over, so why don’t Phyl and I AROUSED SUSPICIONS 37
go too? And naturally you’ll come along, Cousin Ed!”
Tom agreed with a smile, but Ed Longstreet declined. “It may sound silly,” he said, “but I think I’ll hop back to New York for a day or so. I’d like to see what I can dig up at the public library there on that lost ruby mine in Kabulistan.”
Sandy darted to the telephone to call Phyllis Newton. Phyl’s father was not related to the Swifts but was always called “Uncle Ned” by Tom and Sandy. Mr.
Newton, Mr. Swift’s old comrade-in-arms, was now manager of the Swift Construction Company, which manufactured the Swifts’ inventions.
Phyl was enthusiastic over Sandy’s idea and quickly obtained her parents’
consent. The next day at noon, the four young people watched as the Sky Queen was hoisted from its underground hangar at Swift Enterprises and hauled by tractor to its special runway. This huge atomic-powered plane, often called the Flying Lab, had carried Tom on his first adventure when he found himself pitted against a band of South American rebels seeking valuable radioactive ore deposits. Recently, he had invented the electronic hydro-lung, using it to search the ocean depths to recover a Jupiter probe missile lost in the South Atlantic.
As Tom checked certain equipment aboard, a foghorn voice suddenly rattled his eardrums.
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