"Father," exclaimed Bob in a tense whisper, "Lena's in it too."
"What's that?" demanded his father. "Sit down, Bob."
Bob grasped a chair and sat down facing his father. "Lena's in it too,"
he repeated.
"In what?"
"In the plot with Mr. Wernberg."
Mr. Cook laid down his paper. "Tell me what you know," he said soberly.
Bob repeated the part of Lena's telephone conversation that he had heard.
"You see," he exclaimed, "she spoke about the hospital and that must have
meant Mr. Wernberg; then she said the detectives were on to them; finally
she said she'd tell Heinrich and also try to be there to-night."
"You don't know what she is to tell Heinrich and where she is to be
to-night?"
"No, sir," said Bob. "That's all I heard."
"Well," exclaimed Mr. Cook after a moment's pause. "This is a nice state
of affairs."
"What are you going to do about it?" asked Bob. "Are you still going to
wait until to-morrow before you report Heinie to the police?"
Mr. Cook passed his hand across his brow as if to wipe away the doubts
that assailed him.
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