"Oh, I have a little way of preparing for emergencies," said Zeb, with a swagger. "This key is all right, and I’ll bet my life on it. I can open the door of that room first pop."
"But what good will that do you?"
"I know just when old Gunn goes out late in the afternoon for a walk."
"You’ll go there then?"
"If I get the chance. I’ll get into his den, and I’ll bet you anything you like I’ll find that paper. He keeps his important papers on his desk, and the one I want will be there. I’ll get my hands on it, and then it will disappear."
"Pretty desperate!" commented Watson. "If you’re caught——"
"I won’t be. But I’ve got another idea."
"What’s that?"
"We don’t want anybody to think any of us swiped the paper."
"Of course not."