Tom nodded. “I know. Of course, Gaspard might have thought it up himself.
But let’s check, anyhow.”
Tom slid the blueprint back into the file and the two boys hurried from the big attractive double office at Swift Enterprises which Tom shared with his distinguished scientist father. On its huge desks and conference table stood colored plastic models of the Swifts’ world-famous inventions.
Tom and Bud hopped into a jeep and sped off across the grounds of the sprawling, four-mile-square experimental station.
When they reached a modernistic glass-walled building of striking design, Tom braked to a halt. Inside was his private laboratory, crammed with the latest in research equipment.
The boys sprinted to the lab, where Tom beamed an electronic key at a steel wall cabinet.
SUSPICIOUS NEWS 3
The door slid open and Tom hastily ruffled through a sheaf of blueprints, sketches, and typed data sheets.
“Nothing missing,” he announced presently.
Bud, a husky, dark-haired young flier who was a space pilot for Swift Enterprises, glared at the mass of papers. Then he shook his head, unconvinced.
“I still think there’s something fishy about that guy’s coming up with the same invention!”
Tom gazed into space, a worried expression on his face. “I’ll admit I’d like to have a look at Gaspard’s machine.”
Bud snapped his fingers. “Hey! Wait a minute! Didn’t that news story say scientists from all over the world were being invited to Gaspard’s demonstration?
So that includes you.”
“But Dad and I haven’t received an invitation.”
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