wouldnât be so bad, Joe,â said Irene. âEverybodyâs hoping that it will rain.â
âSure. Me, too. But not when Iâm stumbling around outside that weather station. Suppose Mr. Elswing is in a murderous mood today? I remember a movie in which, whenever the weather changes and a storm is coming up, this fellow turns into a batââ
âOh, shut up, Joe!â Irene snapped.
Joe looked surprised, but he shut up. They walked on in a rather moody silence, thinking about Mr. Elswing and wondering whether theyâd find the missing nozzle, and oppressed in spite of themselves by the gray sky after so many weeks of sunshine.
They came, at last, to the weather station and went quietly around to the side. âHereâs the rock where we set IT up,â said Danny. âBut thereâs no sign of the nozzle.â
âAre you sure we lost it here, and not on the way home?â Joe asked. âYouâd think it would be shining in the grass.â
âIâm not sure of anything,â Danny replied. âVanderbilt may have carried it off somewhere.â
âMaybe he thought it was a bone, and buried it,â said Joe.
âTell you what, Joe,â Danny said. âYou go round to the other side and search, and begin working your way to the back of the building. Irene and I will search here. Weâll meet you in the rear. If we canât find it, weâll just have to backtrack.â
âAll right,â Joe agreed. âOnly letâs keep quiet so Mr. Elswing doesnât hear us.â
He left them, and Danny and Irene began combing the ground, moving slowly with bent heads, kicking aside tufts of grass and turning over stones.
âI donât know,â Danny said, after five minutes of this. âItâs like looking for a needle in a haystack. It could be anywhere. Itâs just as likely to be a dozen yards away as right here.â
As he said this, he kicked his foot against a stone. There was a clink ! The stone rolled away, and there lay the nozzle, its gray metal gleaming dully in the daylight.
âOh, for goodnessâ sake,â Irene exclaimed, laughing. âWouldnât you know it?â She picked it up.
âSh!â Danny warned, involuntarily glancing at the station.
And there stood Mr. Elswing in the window, with his hands in his pockets.
âHello, kids,â he said cheerfully.
Danny was opening his mouth to reply. Suddenly, Joe raced into sight around the edge of the building. âRun!â he screamed. âHeâs after me!â
Danny and Irene had been tense all morning. This was enough to set them off. Panic descended on them and, without thinking or waiting to ask any questions, they turned and fled.
Across Washington Avenue they tore, heedless of the traffic. They ran through the university grounds, dodging students, and galloped into the woods. They crashed through underbrush and brambles, and finally emerged breathless at the edge of the Professorâs property.
Danny threw himself on the ground. âIâ donâtâcare,â he gasped. âLet himâcatch us. I canâtârunâanyâmore.â
The other two fell at his side. After a moment or two, when they could breathe again, Danny asked, âBy the way, Joe, who was chasing us?â
âWhy, Mr. Elswing,â Joe panted. âI saw him through the window over on my side of the building. He yelled something at me, and started to climb through the window. So I ran.â
Dannyâs jaw dropped. âBut he couldnât have,â he said. âHe was standing on our side, and he smiled and said hello as sweet as pie.â
Joe scratched his head. âThe pie over on my side was nothing but crust,â he said. âIâm sure I saw him.â
âYou just thought you did,â Irene said.
âMaybe it was a double exposure?â Joe suggested.
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