“What do you want?”

“We want to come in,” replied Mr. Whitford.

“But who are you?”

“Uncle Sam’s officers, from the custom house.”

Tom distinctly heard a gasp of surprise on the other side of the portal, and then a bolt was drawn.  The door was thrown back, and there, confronting the two lads and Mr. Whitford, were Andy Foger and his father.

CHAPTER VI

THE APPEAL TO TOM

“Well, what does this mean?” asked Mr. Foger in indignant tones, as he faced the custom officer and Tom and Ned.  “What do you mean by coming to my house at this hour, and disturbing me?  I demand an answer!”

“And you shall have it,” replied Mr. Whitford calmly.  He was used to dealing with “indignant” persons, who got very much on their dignity when accused of smuggling.  “We are here, Mr. Foger, because of certain information we have received, and we must ask you to submit to some questions, and allow your house to be searched.”

“What!  You question me?  Search this house?  That is an indignity to which I will not submit!”

“You will have to, Mr. Foger.  I have ample authority for what I am doing, and I am backed by the most powerful government in the world.  I also have plenty of help with me.”

Mr. Whitford blew his whistle, and at once his several deputies came running up.

“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, relayed 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 reply of Mr. Foger, as he stepped back, and opened wider the door.  “Andy, these are some friends of yours, are they not?”

“Friends?  I guess not!” exclaimed Andy with a sneer.  “I won’t even speak to them.”

“Not much lost,” commented Tom with a laugh.