The boys retreated to Jack’s garage where Paul told his companions the story. Just as soon as the narrative was completed, Ken cried, “The sly old fox! You know, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he continues to spy on us.”
“That is just what I was going to say,” agreed Paul. “He is a very shrewd man and I am positive that he suspects somehow.”
“You don’t mean to say that he suspects us of setting fire to that house?” inquired Jack seriously.
“No, not setting fire to the house,” answered Paul smiling. “That is ridiculous and we must give him more credit than that. My impression is that he suspects us of knowing something about it which we are holding back from him. And that happens to be true.”
“Providing, of course, that our suspicions are correct,” argued Ken, still a bit doubtful.
“Well, of course, under those conditions.”
“What do you think our next move should be?” questioned Jack.
“Let’s go to the movies,” suggested Ken.
“Oh, no!” exclaimed Jack.