Paul grinned mischievously. He leaned forward and whispered, “I found out their secret entrance to the cellar.”
“You mean it!” exclaimed Jack.
“That’s perfect!” cried Ken.
“It’s in the house to the rear of the empty house.”
“I had a suspicion it would be something like that,” commented Jack. “What sort of a house is it?”
“It was dark and there was not much chance to see anything. By the way,” he asked, “whose idea was it to suspect the grocery man?”
“Mine,” answered Ken. “Was I wrong?”
“On the contrary, you were right and you deserve a medal as a fine detective. That man is one of the gang.”
“You don’t say! Well, come on, tell us about it.”