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"Why, yes, of course," returned Belright Fogg, but he did not say it very cordially. "Very well then. That flying machine cost us twenty-eight hundred dollars new and we have spent over two hundred dollars on improvements, so when she was smashed she was worth at least three thousand dollars." "But you can save something, can't you?" gut in the lawyer.
"This is getting interesting!" whispered Tom. "I should say so," murmured Dick. "That must have been what was bringing Belright Fogg down to New York City." "It looks like it." "Well, if he is mixed up in this he can get pinched with the rest of the rascals." "Right you are." After that the boys listened to more of the talk between the brokers and Josiah Crabtree.
I didn't know that lawyer who took this apartment was a crook." "We'll do the job as quietly as possible," answered the second policeman, who chanced to know the elevator man. "Dan, I think you can help me out," suggested Dick. "You might go to the door and call out that there is a telegram for Belright Fogg. Then, when he opens the door, push into the room and we'll follow."
But the Rovers remained firm, and in the end the clause concerning the wreckage was altered to show that the Dartaway must remain the boys' property. Then the three brothers signed the paper and it was duly witnessed by two teachers, and the certified check was handed to Dick. "Very sharp young man, you are," was Belright Fogg's comment, as he was about to leave. "You ought to be a lawyer."
And then he told Sam to get the police to watch the offices of Pelter, Japson & Company, and also look out for Belright Fogg. Before the specialist arrived to care for Tom, the ambulance came back with Josiah Crabtree. The former teacher of Putnam Hall showed his cowardly nature by groaning dismally every time he was moved.
"That was a mistake to remove the machine," said Belright Fogg. He gazed at the boys a moment. "I understand you sold the wreck for quite a price," he continued. "We didn't get as much as we wanted," said Sam. "We are still quite something out of pocket." "But not as much as the railroad company!" The lawyer gave a brief chuckle, which surprised the lads.
With bated breath Dick knelt at the door and applied his ear to the keyhole. At first he could hear only indistinctly, but gradually he caught the drift of the conversation between the rascally brokers and the former railroad lawyer. "Then you want me to date those papers a week back?" he heard Belright Fogg ask. "That's it," answered Pelter.
"I like to do business in a business-like way," answered Dick, coolly. "When you bring that check kindly have it certified," he added. "Very well!" snapped the lawyer; and then he and the doctor got out, Belright Fogg stating he would return the next morning. "Dick, you ought to be a lawyer yourself!" cried Tom. "You managed that in fine style." "Tom helped," added Sam.
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