Crowds of enthusiastic
people trailed the procession, and Bob could not help wondering if the
people realized that danger threatened the country from within as well
as from without.
Presently the car bearing the three detectives arrived at headquarters.
They reported that nearby farmers had come to the scene of the fire,
which was now in such condition that no harm could come from it. The
farmers had promised to watch over the smouldering ruins, for ruins were
now all that remained of the old house.
Donovan once again related his story and then went off in search of a
doctor to care for his burns.
"It's bad business, Sergeant," said Mr. Cook.
"It is," Riley agreed. "I'd like to get me hands on some of them
fellows."
"Seems queer that they should have blown up one of their own men."
"'Twas probably a mistake. Perhaps they saw us coming and were in such a
hurry that our friend Wernberg had no time to get away."
"But look here," protested Bob. "Don't you remember what Donovan said
that Mr.
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