Mr. Cook offered
no comment until he had finished. "This looks serious," he said at
length. "It's too bad you got such a bump from a detective, a man on your
own side."
"What do you think of our seeing Mr. Wernberg?" asked Hugh.
Mr. Cook's face clouded and he shook his head. "I was afraid of
him," he said.
"What shall we do about it?" Bob inquired.
"I think we'd better report it to the police, and do it soon, too." He
looked at his watch. "We've got time before luncheon," he exclaimed. "Was
Heinrich in the garage?"
"No, sir."
"How about the car?"
"That's there all right."
"Well, come along then," exclaimed Mr. Cook. "We'll get it and go
straight down to police headquarters now."
"Don't you think our friend the detective will make a report?"
asked Hugh.
"Possibly. Still, as Bob says, those men are sometimes very jealous and
he might not tell the whole story, particularly about what you did."
A few moments later all three were on their way to the police station.
Bob's old friend, Sergeant Riley, was still behind the desk and gave them
a jovial greeting.
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