After the Colonel had talked with his guest for a moment Bet heard the man saying: "That's what I call luck, Colonel Baxter! I can take the fan with me, give you the check right now, and get home in time to meet that important business appointment."
A brief inspection was enough for the expert. He made out a check, put the fan carefully in his bag and asked: "When does that train leave here for Chicago?"
"In fifteen minutes exactly."
"Can we make it?"
"Bob, can you get us to the station in fifteen minutes to catch the express?"
"Certainly, let's go!" said Bob.
Bet accompanied them to the station. She sat between her father and Mr. Provost and answered their questions when she could.
"I won't feel safe until you are on the train, Mr. Provost, and even then I won't be sure that something dreadful won't happen."
"But who do you suppose stole it? It's not likely that anyone will bother me."
Bet sighed with relief as the train pulled out of the station. "Oh, I do hope he gets to the museum safely!" she whispered as she snuggled close to her father.