“That’s fine enough to say, but I don’t believe you. Just you wait until I call an officer.”
Bob was so taken aback that for the moment he did not know what to say.
“An officer!” he gasped.
“That’s what I said. We have suffered from your kind several times, and now I intend to put a stop to it.”
The man spoke very decidedly, and, as he faced Bob, he looked fiercely at the youth.
“I am not a thief. You can search me, if you wish.”
“Perhaps you didn’t have the chance to get anything,” sneered the heavy-set man. “But you are in the hall of my house, and that’s enough.”
The man saw to it that the front door was locked, and placed the key in his pocket.
Then he walked to the side door.
“Jimmy,” he called loudly.