“What a mess your room’s in, Robert! I hope William hasn’t been rummaging in it.”
Robert turned pale.
“William!” he gasped, and fled to investigate.
He returned in a few minutes, almost inarticulate with fury.
“My watch!” he said. “My purse! Both gone! I’m going after him.”
He seized his hat from the hall, and started to the door. His father watched him, leaning easily against the doorpost of the library, and smiling.
From the garden as he passed came a wail.
“My bicycle! Gone too. The shed’s empty!”
In the road he met Jameson Jameson.
“Burglars!” said Jameson Jameson. “All my money’s been taken. And my camera! The wretches! I’m going to scour the country for them.”