"The police station!" exploded Greg.
"Of course," nodded Dave.
"Why 'of course'?"
"Because it's part of Dick's plan."
"Come out, fellows," called Dick. "We're at the end of our trip, thank goodness."
Greg opened the door, Dave stepping out with Myra in his arms.
"My mamma doesn't live here," cried the child uneasily.
"No, but it's all right," Dave urged soothingly. "You come right along and see if it isn't."
Dick led the way up the police-station steps. In the office three uniformed members of the force were talking excitedly. One of them was the night lieutenant, Janeway.
"I tell you, Lieutenant, the thing was done so slickly that the child ain't going to be found to-night," one of the patrolmen was saying.