“What is the matter?” asked Myra, when she saw who it was. “I heard the door blow open and I came down to shut it.”
The Stetson family lived up over the grocery, where there were two flats.
“What has happened?” went on the grocer’s daughter. She was rather more friendly with Agnes than with Ruth, but knew both sisters, and, indeed, Ruth was planning to have Myra on one of the Civic Betterment committees. There had been some little differences of opinion between Myra and Agnes, but these had been smoothed out and the girls were now good friends.
“We’ve been robbed! At least Ruth has!” exclaimed Agnes. “A ruffian took our jewelry box!”
“You don’t mean it!” cried Myra.
“I only wish I didn’t,” said Ruth brokenly. “Oh, my lovely rings!”
“And my pins!” added Agnes.
“Tell me about it,” begged Myra, and, rather breathlessly, the Corner House girls told the story of the assault of the two burly men in the doorway.
“They ran off down the street with the box of jewelry we were taking to the bank,” explained Ruth.
“Then you’d better tell the police at once,” advised Myra. “Come on up into our flat and you can telephone from there. Mr. Buckley is a special officer and he has a telephone. Father will send for him. Do come up!”