“Evening papers?”
“Eddie, you remember me mentioning this morning about that radioisotope shipment I was expecting today?”
“I remember,” Eddie said. “Did it come?”
“It did—and it didn’t,” his father said.
“What does that mean, Dad?” Eddie asked, puzzled.
“The delivery truck arrived at the school with it,” his father explained, “but while the driver was inquiring where to put it, the container disappeared.”
“Disappeared?”
“The radioisotope was stolen, Eddie,” his father said slowly. “Stolen right out from under our noses!”
