“They got in through the houses,” Hezzy answered promptly. “At night.”
“Got good locks?” Bob asked.
“Best we can buy,” his uncle replied.
“Wish we could help you find the thieves,” said Jim, “but we’re kind of dubs. I lost my watch at school and tried detecting. Began to suspect the president, then I found it in my other suit pocket, so I swore off sleuthing.”
“You bet, it’s a dangerous business, but I suppose you have someone on the job, Uncle Norman!”
“Well, no, we haven’t. We just try our best to catch them when they come for more, but we haven’t been able to discover the thieves yet. I see that you have the watch dogs. Are they good?”
“They seem to be fine dogs, but one of them is sick this morning. I gave him a physic. It’s the only thing I know to do for him, but I guess he’ll come around,” Hezzy told them.
“You’d better call up the veterinary. I paid a good price for those beasts and should not like to have to buy another pair,” Mr. Fenton ordered.
“I called up the vet. He told me what to give him,” Hezzy answered.
“Well, guess that’s all you can do. Someone might try to poison them, so keep an eye on what they eat.”