"If anything goes wrong,
just flash word to Enterprises."
The _Sky Queen_ and the heliplane sped back across the continent. As Tom
landed at Enterprises he was greeted by Bud, who came speeding out on
the airfield by jeep.
"Just got back from the space wheel about an hour ago," Bud said. "Your
dad's really worried about those exploding radio sets, Tom. He has no
clues, but he's sure the scientists working for the Brungarian rebel
setup are responsible. He thinks they may try to ruin all of
Enterprises' communications system by remote control."
Tom's face was grave as he listened. The two boys discussed the problem
as they drove to the Swifts' office in the main building.
"Boy, I sure wish I could think of some way to cope with it," Tom said
wearily, flopping down in his desk chair.
"Your dad said to give it the old college try," Bud reported. "And he
also said he'd be back in two days to help you on the problem."
Tom glanced at the calendar. "Which reminds me," he said, "on Monday the
brain energy will be due from space!"
The thought sent a thrill of excitement tinged with worry through the
young inventor's mind. Would the container he had devised prove
suitable?
"Hey! A call on the videophone!" Bud pointed to the red light flashing
on the control board. He jumped up and switched on the set.
Blake, the Washington announcer, appeared on the screen.
"Bad news, skipper," he said ominously.
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