CHAPTER X
BOB IS MYSTIFIED
Bob stopped and stared in amazement. He could scarcely believe his eyes.There was the car that had disappeared so mysteriously the night before,in its right place, and undamaged as far as he could see.
"Heinrich," he exclaimed in amazement.
The chauffeur, a hose in one hand, a big sponge in the other, and wearinghigh rubber boots, looked up inquiringly.
"What are you doing up so early?" he asked.
"Where did the car come from?" demanded Bob.
Heinrich straightened up and gazed at Bob.
"What you mean?" he inquired.
"Who brought the car home?"
"How do I know? Maybe your father use it last night. Whoever do it, getit all covered mit dust."
"But," stammered Bob, "the car was stolen."
"What!" exclaimed Heinrich. "What you talking about?"
"What time did you get in last night?" Bob inquired, becoming more andmore anxious and bewildered every moment.
"Twelve o'clock," said Heinrich. "What you mean the car iss stolen?"
"Was it here when you came home?"
"Certainly it was here. What you talking about?"
"I don't know," said Bob weakly, and he sat down on the running board andpassed his hand across his brow.
"Are you sick?" asked Heinrich anxiously. "You look pale."
"I'm not sick," said Bob. "I guess I'm crazy," and he held his head inboth hands, staring blankly at the floor.
Heinrich did not know what to make of the strange behavior of hisemployer's son. He stared at him curiously, and it was plain to see thathe was telling the truth in all he said.
"What you mean the car iss stolen?" he inquired finally.
"Nothing," said Bob blankly. "It's too much for me."
"I go to a party last night," said Heinrich. "I come home late and thedoor here iss open. Here iss the car too. Why you think it stolen?"
"I don't know," said Bob. "I guess I must have dreamt it."
"You are sick," exclaimed Heinrich. "You had better go back and go tobed. If you wish I go with you to the house."
"No," said Bob. "I'm all right." He rose to his feet dazedly, looked inbewilderment at the car again and started out.
"I have a loss," said Heinrich, convinced that Bob was probablyall right.
"What's that?" demanded Bob, turning around.
"Burglars," said Heinrich.
"Where? In the garage here?"
"Yes. Last night," and Heinrich brushed a tear from his eye.
"You did?" exclaimed Bob. "They didn't steal all that money you hadyesterday, did they?"
"No," said Heinrich sorrowfully. "I almost wish they had. Theysteal Percy."
"Percy," cried Bob, greatly relieved. "Why should any one steal him?"
"I do not know. I come down this morning and I look in the tub to saygood-morning to Percy. The tub iss here, but Percy iss gone."
"There are some queer things going on around here, Heinie," said Bob.
"I like to catch the man what steal him," said Heinrich fiercely.
"I'd like to catch lots of people," said Bob. "Maybe he fell outof the tub."
"He could not do that," exclaimed Heinrich. "The sides iss too high."
"Well, it's certainly strange." Bob went out of the garage and startedslowly back toward the house. Heinrich, sorrowing over the loss of hisalligator, with a sigh took up the sponge and hose again and fell towashing the car once more.
Bob returned to his room, washed his face and hands, something he hadneglected to do before, and went downstairs again. He glanced at themorning newspaper, full of war news and preparations for war; onecolumn told of the arrest of many Germans all over the country, men whowere suspected of caring more for the Fatherland than they did for theUnited States.
There was no mention of the bomb episode on the railroad bridge the nightbefore, however. Bob knew that the authorities would not permit thepublication of any such items if they could prevent it so he was notsurprised. Presently the rest of the family appeared and they went in tobreakfast.
Mr. Cook's mail was lying on the table by his plate; it was his customevery morning to glance it over while he was eating. While Mrs. Cooktalked to Bob about Harold, her husband looked through his letters.Suddenly he uttered an exclamation of surprise. "Here's a queerthing," he said.
"What?" demanded Mrs. Cook anxiously. She had been very nervous lately.
"This postcard," said Mr. Cook. "Listen to what it says. 'Take the adviceof one who knows and keep your automobile home at night.'"
Bob turned pale. "What does it mean!" inquired Mrs. Cook.
"I'm sure I don't know," said her husband.
"How is it signed?"
"It is not signed at all."
"I can't imagine what it's all about," said Mr. Cook. "As far as I know,our car hasn't been out of the garage at night for over a week."
"Perhaps Heinrich has had it out," Mrs. Cook suggested.
"I'll ask him right after breakfast," said Mr. Cook. "They must havemistaken our car for some one else's."
"Who do you suppose sent it?"
"I'm sure I don't know," said her husband musingly. "At any rate I thinkI shall turn it over to the police; I don't like the look of it."
Throughout this conversation Bob sat silent. He thought perhaps he couldexplain part of the mystery to his father, but he was puzzled as towhether he ought to do so or not. On the other hand if his father calledin the police, he knew that he and Hugh would have small chance ofclearing up the matter themselves.
"It worries me so, Robert," exclaimed Mrs. Cook. "I am so afraid thatsomething will happen to you, especially as you are making war suppliesat the factory now."
"The plant is guarded," said her husband. "Besides I think I owe it to mycountry to help all I can, don't you?"
"Of course, but suppose some of your guards are treacherous."
"They are all trusted employees of American birth."
"No Germans at all?"
"The man in charge at night has parents born in Germany; you know him,Karl Hoffmann, the one who wants to marry Lena. He is just as faithfuland true as she is. I can vouch for all the others as well."
"He's all right I guess," said Mrs. Cook with a smile. "Even if Heinrichdoesn't like him." Heinrich and Karl Hoffmann were rivals for Lena'saffections, and they despised each other. Lena, however, seemed to likethem both equally well, or at least she did not care enough about eitherto marry him.
Bob used to delight in teasing Heinrich about his rival. When Karl was onthe premises Heinrich would sulk in the garage and mutter threats againsthim. Karl was twice Heinrich's size, but the little blue-eyed, spectacledchauffeur never seemed to question his ability to deal with him.
Mr. Cook rose from the table. "I'll go down and ask Heinrich about thiscar business," he said, "and then I'll go down to the office." He kissedMrs. Cook and Louise and left the room. Bob followed him out. His fatherput on his coat and hat and stepped out onto the front porch. A suddenresolution seized Bob.
"Father," he said.
"What is it, Bob?" asked Mr. Cook, turning to glance at his son.
"I think I can explain about the car."
"You can?" exclaimed his father in surprise, looking curiously at Bob'spale face.
"Yes, sir," said Bob, nervously. "It's a sort of a long story. Shall Itell it all?"
"Certainly. Come out here to the summer house."
They walked in silence to the little rustic house on the lawn and satdown side by side on the rough wooden seat. Bob was excited, but stilldetermined that the best thing for him to do was to tell his father thewhole story. He knew his father would understand and see things from hispoint of view; they were more like two brothers than a father and son.
"Hugh and I had the car out last night," said Bob, and then he began atthe beginning and related the entire story through to the end. He told oftheir visit to the armory, their meeting with Harold on the bridge,
thenarrow escape with the bomb, their decision to watch the Wernbergs'house, their trip to the deserted house, the disappearance of theautomobile, and finally its strange return.
Mr. Cook listened intently throughout the whole narrative, oneexclamation as Bob told of the bomb episode being his sole interruption.
"That card must have been sent by the one that brought the carback," said Bob.
"It would seem so," his father agreed, and fell silent, thinking.
"That was a close call you boys had with that bomb," he said finally.
"Yes, sir," said Bob.
"What have you planned to do to-day?"
"We were going to report the loss of the car to police headquarters andthen go out to the deserted house again, to see what we could find."
"You weren't going to say anything to the police about it?"
"No, sir."
"That might be dangerous, you know."
"Yes, sir," said Bob. "We wanted to solve the thing ourselves if wecould though."
"I don't know about that," said Mr. Cook musingly. "I hate tothink of you two boys fooling around out there with a lot ofdesperate men around."
"Don't do anything until this afternoon anyway," Bob pleaded.
Mr. Cook thought for a minute. "All right," he agreed. "Ill wait untilafter luncheon. Do you and Hugh expect to go out there this morning?"
"Yes, sir."
"Have you got a gun?"
"No, we haven't."
"Well, there's an automatic pistol and two boxes of cartridges in thesecond drawer of my bureau. Go up and get them before you start, for Ithink you ought to be armed. And above all don't say anything about it toyour mother."
"Certainly not," exclaimed Bob, much excited that his father washelping them.
"Be careful," warned his father. "I'll be home for luncheon and we'lltalk more then."
Heinrich appeared with the car and Mr. Cook got in and was soon on theway to his office. Bob hurried into the house to telephone to Hugh andpossess himself of his father's automatic pistol.
Hugh promised to hurry over as fast as he could, and he could tell fromthe tone of Bob's voice that something stirring was on foot. Bob hadanswered his question about the car evasively and he was anxious to hearthe latest developments. Consequently by the time that Bob had tucked thepistol safely in his back pocket and had gone to the garage for hisbicycle, Hugh appeared.
Bob related the story of the car and its strange return, and also toldabout the postal card his father had received that morning. The mysteryseemed to deepen rather than clear up, and both boys were profoundlymystified by the strange events of the previous day.
"Your eye's better anyway," remarked Hugh.
"Yes," said Bob. "But I may get another one to-day."
"We'll hope not. When do you want to start?''
"Right away."
"Come ahead then," and jumping on their bicycles the two boys pedalledout of the yard. Little did they dream that bright April morning, as theyrode along, that they were headed for adventures which would make theevents that had gone before appear mild in comparison.
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