"You see I am well prepared to meet force with force, Mr. Foger," said the chief agent, calmly.
"Force! What do you mean, sir?"
"I mean that I have certain information against you. There has been smuggling going on from Canada into the United States."
"Canada? What have I to do with Canada?"
"You don't live far from there," said Mr. Whitford significantly. "Airships have been used. Your son has one, but I don't believe that figured in the game. But two friends of mine saw something to-night that made me decide on this raid. Tom and Ned, tell Mr. Foger what you saw."
The agent stepped back, so that the two lads could be seen. There was another gasp of surprise, this time from Andy Foger, who had remained in the background.
"Tom Swift!" gasped the bully.
"Tell them what you saw, Tom," went on the agent, and Tom and Ned, by turns, related the incident of the wagon load of goods driving away from the gardener's house.
"This, with what has gone before, made us suspicious," said Mr. Whitford. "So we decided on a raid. If you are not willing to let us in peaceably, we will come by force."
"By all means come in!" was the unexpected
