“But I’m no detective,” Mr. Parker protested. “Why call on me?”
“Because you and your daughter have solved some pretty tangled cases.”
“Only for the newspaper,” Mr. Parker replied. “How many employes do you have at the plant?”
“About 5000. And not a scrap of real evidence against any individual. There seems to be a perfect system in accounting for all the stock, yet somehow it gets away from the factory.”
“Have you had employes searched as they leave the building?”
“No, we haven’t dared resort to that,” Mr. Gandiss answered. “You can’t search such a large number of workers. If we tried it, half the force would quit.”
“I’d be glad to help you, if I could,” Mr. Parker offered. “Unfortunately, I don’t see how I can if professional detectives have failed.”
“Let me be the judge of that,” said the island owner quickly. “Will you and your daughter visit the factory with me in the morning?”
“We’d welcome the opportunity.”
“Then we’ll go into the records and all the details tomorrow,” Mr. Gandiss declared, well satisfied. “I know you’ll be able to help me.”