“You mean that you’ve solved the mystery?” Mr. Stokes asked eagerly.
“I think so,” Bob replied and, for the next half hour, he was busy telling them all about their adventures.
“Good boys,” Mr. Stokes declared when the story was finished. “Where can I get a phone? I was going to have one put in here this summer.”
“There’s none nearer than the dam, I’m afraid,” Bob told him.
“Then I’ll have to get down there sometime during the day and send a wire to my secretary. You see,” he explained, “I was so sure that you were going to succeed that I had a lot of letters written to the people who have been here, and they are on my desk all ready to mail. I’ll bet we’ll have a crowd up here before the summer is over.”
“Suppose you let Jack and me take the message down,” Bob proposed, but Mr. Stokes declared that there was no reason why they shouldn’t all go down in the motor boat.
“I’m mighty glad that Jacques wasn’t mixed up in it,” he whispered to Bob a little later when they were ready to start.
THE END