Nestor's sister to
come and stay with her and take charge of the house.
"You'll need some one to stay with you," he told Mary.
"Yes, I shall," she admitted, trying bravely not to give way to
her emotion. "Oh, Tom, I wish you could stay, too. I'm sure
something dreadful must have happened to poor father. Please stay
and help us find him!"
"I will," Tom promised. "As soon as your aunt comes I'll take
Mr. Damon home, and then I'll give the rest of my time to you."
And this Tom did, sending word home that he would remain at the
Nestor's all night and part of the next day.
Tom got but little sleep that night. He communicated with the
police and saw to it that a general alarm was sent out. He called
up all hospitals within a radius of fifty miles, but could get no
trace of any injured man whose description resembled that of Mr.
Nestor.
"What can have happened?" asked Mary tearfully.
"Well, the way I figure it out is this," said Tom. "Your father
left my house soon after Mr. Damon and I did in the Air Scout.
Mr. Nestor was riding his bicycle, and he must have been run into
by an automobile.
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