"What?"
"He looked like some kind of a man," answered Teddy solemnly.
"Oh, fudge!"
"You say he was standing on a box?"
"Something of the sort."
Mr. Sparling went out, leaving the boys alone for a few minutes. When he returned he brought with him a small square box which he examined very carefully.
"Do you recognize it?" asked Phil.
"Yes, it is one in which the candy butcher received some goods. It might have been picked up by anyone. I will find out where he left it. This may give us some slight clue. It is quite evident, boys, that we have among us one or more dangerous men. Teddy, I offer you my humble apology for having suspected you for a moment. The thought was unworthy."
"Don't mention it," answered the Circus Boy airily.