"Bitter against you?" said Jack, puzzled.
"Yes—because of that iron works affair."
"I don't know anything about that, Mrs. Bangs."
"Oh, then you haven't heard yet." The fashionable woman was nonplussed. "Never mind. You must leave Robert alone."
"Ain't you going to get that policeman and lock them up?" asked the son, anxiously.
"If I am locked up, you'll be locked up, too," said Randy. "And the charge against you will be stealing as well as malicious mischief."
"Yes, and we'll prove our case," added Jack. "Bob doesn't know what witnesses we have."
At this announcement Bob Bangs' face grew pale.
"Yo—you can't prove anything," he faltered.
"You don't know about that," said Randy, taking his cue from Jack.