"Earrings?"
"Earrings, miss--and--"
"Thank you, Lizzie. You may go now."
"Remember those earrings, miss. And I'll keep the glass for you, and won't let cook touch it either, never fear!" Lizzie's slight figure faded into the darkness.
"So you've got pretty good descriptions of the gang and the lady's fingerprints!" Bill summed up. "I've got to hand it to you, kid. Reckon you'll have to let your father know about it though. Those fingerprints will have to be examined by the police."
Dorothy nodded. "Guess you're right. I'll tell him what we found out."
"What you've found out, you mean. As I think I told you before, when it comes to detective work, I'm a ground hog!"
"Nonsense! But that reminds me, Bill. Do I get a lesson tomorrow?"
"Do you think you can take time enough from your life work?"
"Don't be ridiculous. You may think I've finished fooling with this robbery when I turn over the dope to Daddy--but I haven't. I want a flying lesson, just the same, in the morning. Shall we go up in the Loening again?"