“Yes, I know about it,” said Bob quietly.
“You know about it?” cried both chiefs at once.
“I mean I saw the small treasure box Mr. Beegle speaks of,” said Bob. “I brought him home yesterday with it. But what I can’t understand is how the robber got in the strong room.”
“No, and there can’t anybody else either, I reckon,” declared Mr. Drayton. “It’s a big mystery.”
“Mysteries seem to be about the best little thing Bob runs into lately,” chuckled Harry. “He doesn’t more than get finished with one, than he has another on his hands. Why don’t you open a shop, Bob?”
“Cut out the comedy,” advised Ned in a low voice to his chum. “Can’t you see that these self-important chiefs don’t like this kind of talk—especially this Storm Mountain fellow?”
It was evident that this was so, and Harry, with a wink at Ned, subsided.
“I’d like to hear how it all happened, and I suppose Bob would, too,” remarked Mr. Duncan.
“I’d like to hear the details,” suggested the young detective.
“We’ll tell you all we know, Bob,” said Miles Duncan. “You see——”