“The plans are gone; you were right.”
Red, swearing softly and fervently, commenced to throw on his clothes.
“No use cussing,” said David. “We’ve got to think what to do. I just left the wheel, and what you said kind of worried me, so I thought I’d hide ’em. I opened the case, and they were gone.”
“Did you look around?” asked Red.
“Of course; but they are not in the cabin.”
“What’s the time?”
“Three.”
Trouble came scrambling up, curled around in Red’s lap, and commenced to purr. Automatically Red scratched the small ear.
“Gone!” he repeated. “Well, they have got to be somewhere. Just one thing to do, Dave. Go to Mr. Hammond the minute he’s up, and tell him the whole thing. It’s a dirty scandal, of course, but those plans must be found. Let’s go down.”
“Easy does it,” warned David. “Don’t want to wake anybody.”