"We are suspicious of a certain house though,
and it might be worth while to go up there and take a look around."
"That's the stuff," exclaimed Riley eagerly. "I'll swear you all in
as deputy sheriffs, and we'll get guns for yez and go up just as soon
as we can."
"We're only suspicious of this house, you know," said Bob.
"Where is it?"
"Twelve eighty-two Elm Street."
"I heard Heinrich say something about Elm Street," exclaimed Riley.
"Your clue may be a good one after all."
"Poor old Heinie," murmured Bob.
"Poor old nothing," cried Riley. "Who feels sorry for a German plotter?"
"But Heinie was stupid and they probably made a fool of him."
"The fact remains, however, Bob," said Mr. Cook, "that Heinrich evidently
was in with this gang and therefore he ought to be punished."
"You're dead right, Mr. Cook," exclaimed the sergeant. "No matter whether
a man's been made a fool of or not, if he's dangerous he ought to be
locked up."
"I suppose so," Bob agreed. "I feel sorry for him though, more sorry than
I do for Lena.
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