CHAPTER XXII
CLUES
THE money was gone from the drawer; boxes, tins, and packages had been pulled from the shelves, examined, and either tossed helter-skelter back or left upon the counters, and on every side lay evidence of the burglar’s depredations.
“I said we oughtn’t to leave the money here,” wailed Harry.
Chub didn’t reply. He had seated himself on a box and was frowning dejectedly about him.
“Who do you suppose did it?” asked Harry.
“I don’t know who did it, but I know how it was done,” answered Chub. He pointed to the door into the back yard. The panel nearest the lock had been splintered in, and the marauder had evidently thrust his hand through and turned the key from the inside.
“What shall we say when Mrs. Peel comes?” asked Harry, miserably.
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