"
"Did one of the guards shoot Lena?" Hugh inquired.
"No," replied Mr. Cook. "Karl and I asked them all, and not one of them
had even seen her. It's a peculiar thing."
"I wonder if our friend the fake detective could have done it."
"He wasn't the feller you caught, was he?" asked Riley.
"No," said Bob. "Our man had whiskers, didn't he, Hugh?"
"Yes," said Hugh.
"They may have been false," suggested the sergeant. "You've got
false ones on."
"And they still itch terribly."
"Why don't you take them off?" inquired Mr. Cook. "I guess you won't need
them any more to-night, will you?"
"That depends on what is going to happen," said Bob. "Have you any plans,
Sergeant?"
"I wish I had," exclaimed Riley. "What I want to find out is where
this gang has its headquarters. When I know that I'll go there and
pay a call."
"I know where it is," said Bob.
"You do?" demanded the sergeant in surprise. "What are you two anyway; a
couple of young Sherlock Holmes?"
"Not at all," laughed Bob.
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