“Griff?”
“Yes. I’ve thought he was the one who’s crossed the wires on us and short-circuited the whole plant. So he divided with somebody, did he? Well—he must have gotten it from somebody higher. Have you thought about?——”
“His father?” broke in Bob. “Yes—we have!”
CHAPTER XIII
THE DETECTIVE’S THEORY
More startling than Bob’s fresh information was the revelation given by Barney, the information which had brought him, flying, to consult the detective he had engaged to solve the puzzling case.
All that Bob had to tell was the suspicious act of the youth, Griff.
Barney, because it was so late, gave only a hint; but what he said caused a great deal of sleeplessness on Bob’s part, at least.
“We got the wrecked airplane up,” Barney told them all, that night. “I’ve had it hauled in and dismantled.”
He paused to give his next words more emphasis.
“There wasn’t one thing wrong with that crate!”