“If you’re set on going around to the jedge’s,” the main said, “I’ll go round with yer. But don’t you bother your heads about of-ficial business. We got those chaps and we’ll get the booty; I got two clews I’m workin’ on now.” Just then he climbed in and sat down between Grove and I on the back seat. “And I’ll tell you this,” he said, “that stolen property’s miles and miles away from here.”
“You’re sitting on it,” Harry said, very calm and sober.
“Settin’ on what?” the constable said.
“On my cap,” Harry said; “would you mind handing it to me?”
Gee whiz, I could hardly keep a straight face. Grove had to look out of the car, he was laughing so hard. I was afraid Skinny’d blurt something out, but he didn’t. I guess he thought we were all being arrested.
“Sometimes a feller sets right down on a thing and never knows it,” the constable said.
“Very true,” Harry said. “I know a man who sat on a committee and never knew it. Judge lives just around the corner, you say?”
The constable said, “Yes, but I tell you now, he won’t be able to give you no clews. He’s a good jedge, but when it comes to solving a case, he can’t see very deep.”
“Sometimes you don’t have to see very deep,” Harry said—“just a few inches or so. Are you comfortable back there, Constable? So you think the Boy Scouts are not much good at this kind of thing, hey? Think it wouldn’t be worth while under the—under——”
“Shh!” I said. I just couldn’t help it.