"So I heard you say before."
"Where is it—where is it?"
"How do you suppose I know? You are lucky that nothing else was taken. Is the lock broken?"
"No. Somebody had a key."
"Almost any key made for an ordinary trunk will fit these steamer trunks." Phil proved this by selecting and trying three keys on his own key ring, each of which locked and unlooked Teddy's steamer trunk with ease.
"I'll bet you took my egg for a joke."
"Teddy Tucker, how can you say so," demanded Phil indignantly.
"Did I ever do a thing like that?"
"No, I guess you didn't," admitted the boy. "But it's gone."
"It is evident that we have a thief on board. Mr. Sparling must be informed of this at once," decided Phil firmly. "You remain here and I will go and fetch him."
In a few moments the Circus Boy returned with Mr. Sparling. The showman made a careful examination of the room and the trunk on his own account. His face was flushed and angry.