“Hurry,” urged Bart. “The evening is beginning to creep along, and we don’t want him to get away from us.”
Frank hustled around and got ready to go. Bart waited impatiently while Merry searched for something.
“What are you looking for?” asked Hodge.
“My watch,” was the reply.
“Can’t you find it?”
“No.”
“Where did you have it last?”
“In another suit, but it’s not there.”
“Haven’t you left it lying around?”
“Sometimes I do.”