We should have called that up first."
But once more disappointment awaited the young inventor and his
friend. Word came back over the wire that no accident case, which
bore any resemblance to Mary's father, had been brought in.
"Well, I'm stumped!" exclaimed Tom. "What shall we do now, Mr.
Damon?"
"Much as I dislike it," said the eccentric man who was too much
worried, now, to do any "blessing," which was his favorite
expression, "I think we ought to communicate with Mrs. Nestor.
She will be very anxious."
"I guess we'll have to," said Tom. "But wait! I'll call up my
house first, and see if he has gone back there."
But Mr. Nestor had not done this, and Mrs. Baggert, who
answered the telephone, said Mary had been calling frantically
for Tom, as her mother was now on the verge of complete collapse.
"No help for it," said Tom, ruefully. "We've got to tell 'em we
have no news, and can't find him."
And, hearing this, Mrs. Nestor did collapse, and a doctor was
called in.
Thereupon Tom, who with Mr. Damon had gone back to the Nestor
home, took charge of matters, sending for Mrs.
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