Tom Ssift's speedy little electric car was soon at the door in readiness to take him and Mr.Damon to the Nestor home.The electric runabout was a machine Tom had evolved in his early inventive days, and though he had other automobiles, none was quite so fast or so simple to run as this, which well merited the name of the most rapid machine on the road.In it Tom had once won a great race, as has been related in the book bearing the title, "Tom Swift and His Electric Runabout.""Mary didn't telephone again, did she?" Tom asked his father, as he stopped at the house to get Mr.Damon, having gone out to see about getting the electric runabout in readiness.
"No," was the answer."The telephone hasn't rung since.""Then, I guess, Mr.Nestor can't have arrived home," said Tom."It's a bit queer, his delay, but I'm sure it will be explained naturally.Only Mary and her mother are alone and, very likely, they're nervous.I'll telephone to let you know everything is all right as soon as I get there," Tom promised his father and Mrs.Baggert as he drove off down the road, partly illuminated by the new moon.
Rapidly and almost as silently as his Air Scout Tom Swift drove the speedy car down the highway.It was about three miles from his home to that of Mary Nestor, and though the distance was quickly covered, to Tom, at least, the space seemed interminable.But at length he drove up to the door.There were lights in most of the rooms, which was unusual at this time of night.
The sound of the wheels had not ceased echoing on the gravel of the drive before Mary was out on the porch, which she illuminated by an overhead light.
"Oh, Tom," she cried, "he hasn't come yet, and we are so worried! Did you see anything of father as you came along?""No," was Tom's answer."But we didn't look for him along the road, as we came by the turnpike, and he wouldn't travel that way.But he will be along at any moment now.You must remember it's quite a walk from my house, and--""But he was on his bicycle," said Mary."We wanted him to go in the auto, but he said he wanted some exercise after supper, and he went over on his wheel.He said he'd be right back, but he hasn't come yet.""Oh, he will!" said Tom reassuringly."He may have had a puncture, or something like that.Bicyclists are just as liable to them as autoists," he added with a laugh.
"Well, I'm sure I hope it will be all right," sighed Mary."I wish you could convince mother to that effect.She's as nervous as a cat.Come in and tell us what to do.""Oh, he'll be all right," declared Mr.Damon, adding his assurances to Tom's.
They found Mrs.Nestor verging on an attack of hysteria.Though Mr.Nestor often went out during the evening, he seldom stayed late.
"And he said he'd be right back if he found you weren't at home, Tom," said Mrs.Nestor."I'm sure I don't know what can be keeping him!""It's too soon to get worried yet," replied the young inventor cheerfully."I'll wait a little while, and then, if he doesn't come, Mr.Damon and I will go back over the road and look carefully.He may have had a slight fall-- sprained his ankle or something like that--and not be able to ride.We came by the turnpike, a road he probably wouldn't take on his wheel.He's all right, you may be sure of that."Tom tried to speak reassuringly, but somehow, he did not believe himself.He was beginning to think more and more how strange it was that Mr.Nestor did not return home.
"We'll wait just a bit longer before setting out on a search," he told Mary and her mother."But I'm sure he will be along any minute now."They went into the library, Mary and her mother, Tom and Mr.Damon.And there they sat waiting.Tom tried to entertain Mary and Mrs.Nestor with an account of his trial trip in the Air Scout, but the two women scarcely heard what he said.
All sat watching the clock, and looking from that to the telephone, which they tried to hope would ring momentarily and transmit to them good news.Then they would listen for the sound of footsteps or bicycle wheels on the gravel walk.But they heard nothing, and as the secondswere ticked off on the clock the nervousness of Mrs.Nestor increased, until she exclaimed:
"I can stand it no longer! We must notify the police--or do something!" "I wouldn't notify the police just yet," counseled Tom."Mr.Damon and I will start out and look along the road.If it should happen, as will probably turn out to be the case, that Mr.Nestor has met with only a simple accident, he would not like the notoriety, or publicity, of having thepolice notified."
"No, I am sure he would not," agreed Mary."Tom's way is best, Mother.""All right, just as you say, only find my husband," and Mrs.Nestor sighed, and turned her head away.
