"Come on, boys; we'll go home," exclaimed Mr. Cook.
"Thank yez for coming with us," said Sergeant Riley, as Mr. Cook and the
two boys rose to their feet preparatory to leaving.
"Not at all," said Mr. Cook cordially. "If there is anything further we
can do to help, please call on us."
"I will," said the sergeant. "Thank yez again."
"And don't forget to let us know what Mr. Wernberg has to say."
"I won't."
They went out and got into the automobile and a few moments later were
home again.
"After you put away the car, I want you to take a note down to the
Wernbergs for me," said Mr. Cook to Bob as he mounted the steps of
the house.
"To tell them what happened to Mr. Wernberg?"
"Yes."
"I should think it would be better to go and see them."
"No doubt it would, but somehow I don't like the idea of having to go and
talk to Mrs. Wernberg about it. I suppose I'm a coward."
"I don't blame you," exclaimed Bob, and after he had returned the car to
its place in the garage he came back to the house to wait until his
father should have finished the note he was writing.
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