“Hello,” he half-mumbled, his mouth filled with toast.
“Is that you, Dan?” asked a familiar voice.
Dan came to life then, for it was Sam Hatfield at the other end of the line. Something must be up, else the Cub leader wouldn’t call him so early in the morning! Like as not the police were wanting to question him about the money box.
“Dan, can you come over right away?” Mr. Hatfield asked.
“Why, sure. That is, I guess so, unless Mom’s got work lined up for me. Anything wrong?”
Dan was certain from Mr. Hatfield’s tone that something urgent had come up. More than ever, he was convinced the matter concerned the money box.
“Well, yes, I am a little disturbed,” the Cub leader answered his question. “I’m asking all the boys to come over to my place as soon as possible.”
“The money box hasn’t been taken?”
“Oh, no! Nothing like that Dan. Just come over as soon as you can.”
Completely mystified, Dan bolted the remainder of his breakfast.