The others of the gang had scattered, and one of the detectives was about to follow them down a passage that led from the room.
“Don’t bother,” said Mr. Newton. “They’ll be caught before they go very far.”
“I guess you’ve got us right,” said Noddy.
“If you only had one guess, you’d win,” remarked the reporter, dryly.
“Oh, I’m so glad you came, Larry!” exclaimed Jimmy. “I was so lonesome! I thought you would never get here.”
“Better get right home with him, Larry,” said Mr. Newton. “Your mother will be worried, I know.”
“What about the deed?” asked the young reporter.
“That’s so,” remarked Mr. Newton. “I suppose we’ll have a job hunting for it. They’ve probably got it hidden away somewhere.”
At these words Noddy’s face took on a queer look, and he almost smiled.
“Well, we’ll find it later,” said Mr. Newton. “The chief thing now is to relieve your mother’s anxiety. Take Jimmy home.”