“Good morning, good morning,” Mr. Walz cried heartily. “I hope you had a good night’s rest.”
“Not especially. Someone tried to break into our car.”
“You don’t say!”
With a show of concern, Mr. Walz asked for details.
“Y’ know,” the motel owner said, after they had explained, “now that Stony is gone, I’ll have to hire someone—a more active man—to guard these grounds at night.”
“You’ve had trouble before?” the Scout leader inquired.
“No, not until night before last. I was told, though, that a suspicious-looking character was seen loitering around here yesterday while I was away.”
“You didn’t mention it to us last night.”
“Didn’t want to alarm you. It may be he’s the same fellow who got into poor Old Stony’s cabin.”
“You’ve notified the police, I suppose?”