“So do I,” said Inspector Burton, warmly. “I want to thank you. And I want to thank you, too,” he added, turning to Frank. “Your information will undoubtedly prove to be of the very greatest value.”
He rose.
“I shall have to go now,” he said. “I suppose you all will be viewing the city and taking in the sights. I wish I could stay to show it to you. But that cannot be. What you have told me makes
it necessary for me to leave at once for the south. I shall arrange my affairs here and take the night train to Los Angeles. I may not see you again. But I know you will be interested in the outcome and”—turning to Mr. Temple—“if you give me your address I promise to let you know.”
Mr. Temple took out a business card and handed it to the other. Then he accompanied him to the door.
“Good-bye,” called the chums, in chorus. “Good luck.”
“Well,” said Bob, when his father returned, “that’s that. Now, Dad, you will want to attend to your business affairs today. What do you suggest we do?”
“Hire a car,” said his father, promptly, “and drive around the city. Be back here at five. Then we’ll dress and have dinner in one of the city’s famous restaurants. San Francisco is noted for its wonderful dining places. Afterward, we can all go to a theatre or just walk around and view the city at night.”
[CHAPTER V—THE SOUND DETECTOR]
“Where to, first?” queried Frank. “I vote for the Cliff House and Seal Rocks. Here in the guide book it says ‘the seals play sportively in the restless tide.’ And Sutro Baths are nearby, too, I gather—the largest indoor salt water pool in the world.”