CHAPTER XVIII

Suspicions “What do you think, Joe?” asked Frank, as they were speeding back to Bayport on their motorcycles. “I don’t think Uncle Dock is a scientist any more than I am.” “That’s my opinion, too. Why should they have so much secrecy about a new kind of breakfast food? Why won’t they even let Lester into the workroom with them?” “Something fishy about it. And it’s plain by now that Uncle Dock doesn’t like strangers around the place.” “That poor kid must lead a lonely life with that gang. It’s a wonder he doesn’t ru…