“Looks like it. Well, now, that clears up——”
“All but one more puzzle,” said Curt. “Who’s getting away with the small parts, and valuable instruments?”
“I can settle that!” said Barney. “Sandy Jim, the rigger Al was put to work for—remember him sending you to his house with a lot of parcels supposed to contain junk for his kid?” Al nodded, dismayed. It hurt to hear that honest-looking Sandy was so wicked. But Barney seemed to have the correct idea, as the evidence indicated.
“We’ll round them up tomorrow.” Barney rose. “Suppose I take those books along with me? I’ll bring them in early in the morning.”
“Fine!” Bob jumped up, gathering the books. “There’s a Summer shower wetting the streets—I’ll wrap these in paper for you.”
When he returned with the parcel all goodnights had been said and the party broke up.
“Son,” said Mr. Wright to Bob, “what do you think now?”
“I can’t say. He acted all right. But he always has done that.”
“Who?” Al was sleepy but curious.
“Barney!”