"S'pose we sent 'em a what-you-call-it letter?"
"What is that?" demanded Green; and Tinkle answered lucidly—
"You know. One of them sort that don't come from nowhere, and is writ by nobody."
"Annie nonimus," was Green's suggestion; and Tinkle nodded.
"Yes, that's him. We might do that; and write on it, 'Who stole the five-pound note?' or 'What price Brown's cake shop?' or something."
"We'd best do nothing of the kind," was Green's crushing answer. "That wouldn't do no good, and it would make 'em think that something was known. No, Tinkle; you leave 'em alone; and presently they will make a slip, and then we can have 'em."
"I'd like to help Rexworth, though," murmured Tinkle.
"But he don't want no help now. He's cleared about the note. No one thinks that he took it, not for a moment. It wouldn't help Rexworth. The thing is dropped, and we'd best leave it alone for the time."
Meanwhile, Ralph and his friends took their way homeward, ignorant alike of the threats of their foes or the good wishes of the juniors; and after lunch was over, Warren in accordance with his promise, called for Ralph.