"Well," said the detective, "you take my advice. This is no place for a
couple of boys like you to be hanging around. You might get hurt the
first thing you know." He glanced about him nervously as though he
expected some one else to arrive upon the scene at any moment.
"A man locked us in that room just before you arrived," said Bob. "Then
he dashed off in a big gray roadster."
"Well, you'd better get out of here yourselves," said the
detective shortly.
"They may come back at any minute and perhaps you'll need help,"
protested Bob.
"I'll take care of that part of it," exclaimed the detective. "You get
out."
Convinced that there was nothing else for them to do, Bob and Hugh
started off through the woods, leaving the detective in undisputed
possession of the premises. They were greatly puzzled by their recent
experience.
"What do you think of that detective?" demanded Bob, when they had
reached a point out of sight of the house.
"I think he was an old grouch," exclaimed Hugh.
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