“Gosh, that’s right!” exclaimed Red, rather alarmed. “We don’t want to get mixed up in anything shady.”
“You won’t be,” Mr. Kain assured the Cubs. “I’ll take charge of these coins—for the bank of course. I’ll make every effort to trace the owner.”
“And if you fail?” asked Brad significantly.
“Well, if the owner can’t be found after a reasonable length of time, the coins will become bank property.”
“Even when Dan found ’em?” Chips asked indignantly.
“I fear you are unfamiliar with the laws governing property,” Mr. Kain said. “Now the statutes of this state say—”
The Cubs were never to learn what the state laws set forth, for at that moment there came an interruption.
The Cubs were startled to hear a sharp rattle on a window pane.
“What was that?” Fred demanded.
Everyone turned to look. Someone stood at the living room, his face pressed against the window.