Part 23 (1/2)

”That's okay,” returned Salt, s.h.i.+fting into gear. ”But we haven't much time unless we hurry. You know the way, don't you?”

”I do by daylight. And I think I can find the farmhouse, even if it should get dark before we reach there.”

Salt was a fast and very skillful driver. He chose the less frequented streets and soon they were in the open. They made excellent time, reaching their destination just as it began to grow dark.

”How shall we explain to the professor?” Penny inquired dubiously as the photographer parked the car under an oak tree along the highway. ”He may think it strange that I returned.”

”Let him,” said Salt, unconcerned. ”I'm here to get my camera.”

”Don't go at him too hard,” Penny pleaded. ”After all, there is a chance I was mistaken about the license number. In my excitement the night of the explosion, I may have remembered a wrong figure.”

”That's so,” Salt acknowledged gloomily. ”Well, we'll see.”

”Why not pretend we're here to get a feature story for the _Star_?” Penny suggested impulsively. ”That way, I could ask him all the questions I like about the secret ray machine.”

”Any way you want to do it,” Salt agreed amiably.

He locked the car and they walked to the farmhouse. Learning that the professor and his wife were at the lake, they trudged down the lane.

”Wait!” Penny suddenly warned in a whisper.

Clutching Salt's arm, she drew him into the shadow of a tree. At first he could not understand the need for caution. Then as Penny pointed, he saw a hunched figure with a lighted lantern, walking along the lake sh.o.r.e away from the cabin where Professor Bettenridge's ray machine was kept.

”There goes Webb now!” Penny whispered. ”He's evidently going to the shack where the mines are stored.”

”What's he carrying?” Salt inquired.

Although too far away to see plainly, they thought that he had a small satchel tucked under his arm. As he drew closer they discerned that it was leather, and apparently used as a container for a long cylinder-shaped object.

Pa.s.sing a short distance away, the man did not see Salt or Penny. They watched until they saw the red glow of his lantern vanish over a hillock.

”That's the foot-path to the shack where the mines are stored,” Penny commented. ”I wonder what's inside the satchel?”

”Shall we try to find out?”

”Let's talk to Professor Bettenridge first,” Penny proposed, going down the lane.

The door of the cabin stood slightly ajar. Inside the lighted room were the professor, his wife, Mr. Johnson, and several other persons Penny had never seen before. However, she took them to be town residents who had heard of the test and were eager to see it.

”Well, professor,” they heard Mr. Johnson say jovially. ”We're all here, so why not go ahead? Show us what the machine will do.”

”All in good time, all in good time,” the professor rejoined. ”You must give my a.s.sistant an opportunity to drop the mine into the lake. He will signal us by lantern when he is ready.”

Penny tapped on the door. The professor whirled around, decidedly startled. Then, observing Salt and Penny, he abruptly came over to speak to them.

”Well?” he asked in a tone which was not friendly.

”We came to see the demonstration,” Penny said brightly.

”Glad to have you,” the professor replied, though without cordiality.

”We want to write a feature story about your machine too,” Penny continued. ”For the newspaper.”