Bob was the first to regain his voice.
"What do you mean, Sergeant?" he demanded.
"Just what I say."
"That man was not a detective?" stammered Bob. "He is not a member of the
High Ridge force?"
"There is no man answering to that description here."
"Then he was a fake."
"Exactly."
"Well," exclaimed Hugh, Bob, and Mr. Cook in one breath. They could
say no more.
"He was a fake," repeated Sergeant Riley emphatically. "There is no
doubt of it."
The boys were too surprised for words. What kind of a business was this
they were becoming involved in anyway? The further they went the more
confused they became. If you could not trust a man with a regulation
police badge, whom could you trust?
"It seems incredible," said Mr. Cook.
"We are at war with Germany, aren't we?" asked Sergeant Riley calmly.
"We are," Mr. Cook agreed.
"Well, then," said the sergeant, "that explains it. They want to do us
all the harm they can and as they can't bring soldiers over here, thanks
to the English fleet, they've got to strike at us with plots and bombs
and such things.
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