“It must have fallen out of my pocket over in the yard there.”
“Think so? Oh, say, Mr. Dolby!” called out Bob.
“Well, what is it?” asked the old man, who was just going back into the house.
“I wish you would chain up that dog of yours for a few minutes.”
“What for?”
“Frank has lost a key in your yard, and he wants to find it.”
“Key to what?” growled old Dolby.
“To my father’s jewelry store,” explained Frank.
“What were you doing with it?”
“My uncle asked me to take it up to the house.”