“You’d better open it at once and see if anything is missing.”
“Why so?” asked Sibyl.
“Oh! miss,” exclaimed Val, “do just as he says. It was his work detecting that man. He’s a wonderful fellow.”
The elder lady looked in Val’s handsome, earnest young face, with a very motherly smile, as she said:
“Let me see, Sibyl. I’ve no doubt the boys are right. It won’t do any harm.”
The pocketbook was opened, but it was nearly empty.
“Exactly,” remarked Bar. “Now he must be searched.”
“You seem to know a good deal for a fellow of your age,” very loudly and roughly exclaimed one of the bystanders. “We’d better look to your case. Who are you, anyway?”
“You here, too, Mr. Bonnet?” was Bar’s quick rejoinder. “Gentlemen, here’s another man that mustn’t get out of the car till the money’s been found.”
“Mr. Bonnet” made a sudden movement, but he found himself in the strong grasp of the big man.