Larry and Mr. Newton followed the man’s lead. He took them through a long hall and to the rear of the house. He stopped at a small window over a porch and said:
“There’s where they got in. At least so the police think. There are marks on the window sill.”
“So there are,” observed Mr. Newton.
“The thieves evidently climbed up the porch pillars,” said the man.
“I hardly think so,” returned Mr. Newton.
“But the police say so,” spoke the man.
“They’re not always right,” responded the reporter. “I would say they climbed that tree and, from the low branch dropped on the roof. Then they opened the window. You can see where the limb has been freshly broken and where leaves and twigs from the branch have fallen on the roof.”
“That’s so, I’d never have noticed that,” said the man. “You ought to be a detective.”
“I’d rather be a reporter,” said Mr. Newton.
“Well, at any rate, they got in,” went on Mr. Robertson, as he said his name was. “Then they proceeded to help themselves and they got considerable. Some of the officers think the thieves had help from the servants or else they would not have gotten in so easily.”