“How much did it contain?”
“Two thousand, one hundred and seventy-five dollars.”
Sergeant Billings whistled softly. “That’s a pretty stiff loss. You’re sure the box really is lost?”
Mr. Hatfield regarded him in amazement.
“I can’t find it, if that’s what you mean,” he said stiffly. “Or are you implying—?”
“Well, it looks sort of funny,” the sergeant replied. “You say the box has been taken, yet there’s no evidence anyone broke into the house. Who knew where you hid the box?”
“Only myself.”
“I guessed where you put it,” interposed Fred.
“But you didn’t touch the box?” his father asked.
“No, of course not.”