“Then why put me to the trouble of having to go through the police and perhaps the courts to prove my claim? The money is mine. If you return it to me, I’ll give the Cubs a suitable reward, a very generous one in fact.”
Mr. Hatfield had begun to lose patience.
“I am sorry, Mr. Brakschmidt,” he said. “You’ll have to take the matter up with police.”
Mr. Brakschmidt argued for a while longer. Then, convinced that he was making no headway, he rather angrily departed.
“That’s the limit!” Fred sputtered. “Two claimants for the money. What did you think of him, Dad?”
“I barely know either Mr. Brakschmidt or Mr. Wilson,” his father replied. “Obviously, both can’t own the money. Before the real owner of that box is found, I’m afraid we’re in for an unpleasant time.”
CHAPTER 6
A “Tough” Customer
Dan and Brad were sorely troubled over the problem of establishing the rightful owner of the money box.
After the Cub meeting broke up they went directly to the Holloway home.
Midge, a freckled-faced boy with an easy grin, was in the back yard, helping his father stack wood for the fireplace.