“Haven’t had enough to-day, eh?” inquired Tubby sarcastically. “I should think that seeing a runaway auto stopped, being knocked down and plunged into a mystery, would——”
“Never mind him, Merritt; the heat’s sent the fat to his head,” laughed Rob.
“I was going to say,” he continued, “that Major Dangerfield has invited us to the house this evening to hear something interesting.”
“All four of us?”
“Yes. I rather think then we shall learn some more about that wallet.”
Soon after, the boys, following some talk concerning patrol matters, separated. Each went to his home to await, with what patience he might, the coming of evening, when it appeared likely that some light would be shed on what, to them, seemed an interesting puzzle. Rob, on his return home, found that the major had motored on to his friend’s with his daughter, but he had promised to return in time to keep his appointment.
CHAPTER III.
THE MAJOR EXPLAINS.
“Well,” began the major, “I suppose you are all naturally curious concerning that wallet of mine.”
The four lads nodded attentively.
“I must admit we are,” volunteered Rob.