“All right, spring it,” Jack said eagerly.
“Well, it’s like this. He must have had the arsenic either in a bottle or a box, and if we could find it, it might tell us what we want to know. Now he either threw it away or else he took it back with him, and I’m counting on his having taken it back to his office. You know in some ways he’s rather stupid, though smart enough in others.”
“I guess I get what you’re driving at,” Jack declared as Bob paused. “You mean that it’s up to us to search his office for that bottle, hey?”
“You guessed it the first time,” Bob smiled. “What do you think of the idea?”
“Mighty risky.”
“Granted; and what’s more, not likely to be successful,” Bob agreed. “But it’s a chance. Anything better to offer?”
“I didn’t mean to throw any cold water on the plan,” Jack assured him with a smile. “I really like the idea, and as you say it’s the only way that even has a hint of success. I’ve always thought I’d make a dandy burglar. When do we make the try?”
“The sooner the better, I’d say. How about tomorrow night? I don’t want to do it on the Sabbath.”
“Tomorrow night it is then,” Jack agreed without hesitation.
“Not a word to a soul, even to Tom,” Bob cautioned. “He wouldn’t let us go if he knew it.”