“Oh, I’m not worried on that score, Brad. I’ll put the box away and lock all the doors. Yes, I believe I will wait until tomorrow before notifying the police. Then they can make a thorough investigation.”
Replacing the money in the box, Mr. Hatfield carried it upstairs. A few minutes later, he returned empty handed.
“Where’d you hide the cash?” Fred asked his father. “Under a mattress?”
“A better place than that, I hope,” replied Mr. Hatfield. He did not reveal the hiding place.
Brad and Dan picked up their caps, ready to leave.
Mr. Hatfield again offered to take the boys home.
“Oh, we can walk,” Brad said quickly as the Cub leader searched for his car keys. “It’s less than two blocks.”
“Sure,” agreed Dan. “You stay here, Mr. Hatfield, and guard that money.”
Observing that the rain had ceased, the Cub leader allowed himself to be persuaded. However, he accompanied the boys to the front door.
“Since you were the ones who found the money, the police probably will want to question you tomorrow,” he warned.