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Show 38 Josh called in a low whisper. "How do you know?" Cap asked doubtfully. "Because that's where I'd put it. Come on, let's go around by the broken window. 'Cause somethin' sure blew up in there." Cap was unconvinced. "Maybe those detectives were just scared of the explosion. It mighta been a gas heater blowin' up." "They sure acted like they knew where they were going," Josh insisted. Carefully, with Chinook still trailing along on his rope, the boys went around the bushes toward the side of the city building. At that moment a blinding spotlight stabbed from the darkness of the street. The boys froze in mid-step. "Hold it right there!" came an authoritative voice. With sinking heart Josh recognized the drawl of Horace Wolsey. Nevertheless he ran toward the police car waving his arms. "All right, what's going on here?" Horace's voice was gruff and demanding. Josh turned and pointed. "We were just going by. There was an explosion in there, Mr. Wolsey. Them two detectives took off in their Blazer. Do you think they stole the gold?" Cap nodded to show that it was all as Josh had said. "What??" Horace looked at them incredulously and got out. He came around the car, his jaw set, glancing from the building back to the boys. 'You say the detectives left?" He said it as if he didn't baltove it. Yet their four-wheel drive was gone. "Well. . . well, they're supposed to be on duty till four." "They took off like a bat outa you-know-where'." Cap said. Horace, his hand beginning to tremble, took out his ,revolver. "We'll see about this," he muttered. "You two sure you weren't. . . ?" |