“Plated,” said Mr. Griscom.
“Well,” said Mr. Wittaker, “there’s where to look for the joke. Try to think who would consider it a joke to send you solid silver spoons.”
“Billy Getz!” exclaimed Mr. Griscom, mentioning the town joker.
“That’s the man I had in mind,” said Mr. Wittaker. “Now, I guess you can handle this alone, Mr. Griscom.”
“I guess I can,” agreed Mr. Griscom. And he went out.
The Marshal chuckled.
“Un-burgled!” he said to himself. “That’s a new one for sure! That’s the sort of burglary to set Philo Gubb, the un-detective, on.”
He was still grinning as he went out, but he tried to hide the grin when he met Billy Getz on Main Street. Billy uttered a hasty “Can’t stop now, Wittaker!” but the head of the Riverbank police grasped his arm.
“What’s your rush? I’ve got some fun for you,” said Wittaker.
“Some other time,” said Billy. “I just borrowed this from Doc Mortimer and promised to take it back quick.”