Part 4 (2/2)
”I', Jack,” he said ”Only I wanted to see what you had in ood I'm with you The plane is limbered up since I worked it over, and yesterday's little spin gave etting at the bottom of this mystery, I have a proposal, too What's theup the Secret Service lad of our tip”
”Good for you, old ice wagon,” cried Frank, slapping his chum's broad shoulder
Jack likewise nodded approval The previous su the plots of an international gang on the California coast to sle Chinese coolies into the country in violation of the Chinese Exclusion Act As a consequence, they had made the acquaintance of Inspector Burton of the Secret Service and had even been called to Washi+ngton to receive the personal thanks of the Chief for their service and to be introduced to the President
Their adventures during that exciting period are related in ”The Radio Boys on Secret Service Duty”
”Very good,” said Jack, bounding to his feet ”Coo It's ten o'clock now If we hurry, we can cover the sixty miles to Mineola, put up the plane, and be in the city by noon That will give us two or three hours there, and we can be hoht,” said Bob ”I'll tell Della where we are going, in case Mother isn't up yet She had a bad headache, and ar, and start getting out the plane I'll join you right away”
Jack and Frank hurried ahile Bob went to execute his ar, the plane already was on the skidways
”You take the wheel going up, Bob,” said Frank ”I'll pilot her ho field, where Bob and Frank and Mr Te lessons, wasnot to arouse the suspicions of anybody who ht be on watch, Bob was careful to steer a course over the water a good lass, Frank reported the little plane n of life on the tiny beach or in the woods beyond where the radio plant was hidden
Mechanics at the flying field, who knew theh they had planned to hire an automobile to take them into the city, they learned they were in time to catch an express train, and boarded it After a fast run, they eh the tunnel under the East River and under Manhattan and ascended to theroom of the Pennsylvania Terminal The hour still lacked several ry,” said Jack ”If you fellows feel the same way about it, suppose we defer luncheon until we have seen Mr
McKay Probably we can catch him at his office now But if we lunch first, there is no telling e can get to see him These business men take three or four hours for lunch lots of times”
”Lead on,” said Frank ”Do you knohere his office is located?”
”At Times Square,” said Bob ”I've been there once with Dad Come on
We'll take the Subway It's only one station up the line”
The three boys were fa Island all their lives Although many miles distant fro waiting room, they entered the West Side subway, and a few minutes later disembarked fro to the surface, Bob led the way to a towering office building An express elevator shot them to the twentieth story, and there they entered the anteroom of a handsome suite of offices occupied by the J B McKay Realty Corporation, and inquired of the infor woman--for the head of the firm Here, however, they met disappointment Mr
McKay was not in the city
”Mr McKay's secretary is here, however,” said the clerk, taking pity on their evident dismay ”Wait a moment and I'll call him”
She spoke into the telephone receiver, and then nodded brightly
”Mr Higginbotham will see you,” she said ”He is in that corner office”
Jack was undecided He looked to his companions
”Shall we try hiive us the infor directions, they entered a roo on the walls Two big s gave a co view up Broadway below and west to the Hudson river and the Jersey shore A s hair, iray, rose froly
Jack wasted no ti himself and his companions, stated their ht the old Brownell place, and as known about hiinbotham could not recall it He doubted whether there was a record of it at hand The old Brownell place? Yes, he re ht start at Jack's query Moreover, he thought there was an air of guarded watchfulness about Higginbotham, for no apparent reason That mysterious sixth sense which so often had been of value in the past now came to the fore Before Jack could reply, he took over the conversation