“The police station!” cried Russ.
“Is he arrested? What for?” Rose queried wonderingly.
Daddy Bunker laughed, which let them all know it could not be very serious.
“What is it?” asked his wife.
“As nearly as I can make out,” said Mr. Bunker, “Laddie wandered away from here and went to the police station about some riddle.”
“A riddle!” cried Adam North. “Good gasoline! That boy must dream of riddles!”
“I sometimes think he does,” sighed his mother. “But what sort of riddle is it this time?” she asked her husband.
“The officer at the police station didn’t just know,” was Mr. Bunker’s answer. “He said they had Laddie there and asked me to come and get him, as they didn’t want to send him home with a policeman for fear the neighbors would think something had happened. As nearly as I can make out, Laddie must have thought of a riddle and have gone to the police station to see if any one could guess it.”
“Why didn’t he ask one of us?” his mother wanted to know. “He generally does ask us first.”
“We’ll find out all about it when I bring him home,” replied Mr. Bunker. “I’ll go right after him.”