THE GLORIOUS FOURTH
"Where is it?" cried Artie, in great excitement.
"What is it?" Ward demanded.
Mr. Larue smiled as he continued to write placidly in his consignment book.
"I do not know what is in it," he admitted. "But I can tell you where to find it—on my desk."
Mr. Larue's office was small, but the entire membership of the Riddle Club succeeded in getting through the narrow doorway at the same moment—or nearly. There on the desk was a large square package.
"The Riddle Club, River Bend, Wharf Number One," read Polly aloud. "Oh, my goodness! What do you suppose it can be?"
The sharp-eyed Margy had been reading the sender's address printed in the upper right-hand corner.