Up the stairs the Dexters went. On the way they were joined by scores of other tenants, all talking at once.
“I wonder if my papers and that deed are safe,” thought Larry.
As soon as he got back to his bedroom he looked for the box. He crawled under the bed, and felt about.
“That’s queer,” he mused. “I’m sure it was here!”
He made a hurried search of the room. The box had disappeared.
“We’ve been robbed during the fire!” exclaimed Larry.
CHAPTER XIV
A STRANGE OFFER
“Robbed!” cried Mrs. Dexter. “I hope no one has taken my gold breastpin and my ring!”
“I hope they didn’t take my book of fairy stories!” came from Jimmy.
“Do you mean thieves have been in here during the fire?” asked Lucy, as she sat down on a chair in the kitchen.