“I’ll bet he has,” Al agreed.
“Let’s go and see—will you come in with us?” he addressed Barney, and the latter cordially agreed.
“I guess we’d better let you wait in the living room till we see whether it’s Dad or Mother. She might not be dressed for company—if Mother is sitting up.” Barney agreed to wait, and Al went to the door to call Curt in to telephone home.
The den, into which Bob turned, closing the door quietly, was occupied, as he had all along suspected it would be, by his father.
“I heard that you weren’t in the other city,” Bob said, after a hasty greeting. His father saw his eagerness and let him talk. “Lang flew there to get help—” he sketched very swiftly the incidents of the night. “Now, Father, what brought you home? Have you?——”
“I have suspicions—yes.”
“Then you’ve been working on the mystery?” Bob asked.
“All along. I pretended to be busy on another case because——”
“You suspected somebody!”
“From the start. Yes. Did you?”