there last year and we never suspected he was anywhere

around until he jumped out on us about twenty feet ahead. He shouldn't have done that. He might have caused us heart-failure."

"Haven't you been over yet to see what happened to the roller?" Dick asked.

"I have not," was the emphatic reply. "Maybe this afternoon I'll sort of happen out there, but it might look suspicious if I went this morning. I suppose there'll be a dickens of a row about it. There wasn't anything in the paper, was there?" Gordon glanced at the Sunday Reporter on Dick's knees.

"No, but I suppose the paper was out before it happened. Do you think the policeman recognized any of you?"

"I don't know. He might. We didn't give him much chance, but, still, it was broad moonlight. Gee, I'd like to know what happened to that roller!"

"Call up the police station and ask," suggested Dick gravely.

"Yes, I will!" But Gordon's tone contradicted the statement. "Guess I'll call up Lanny and see if he got home. I had a fine time getting in. There wasn't a window unlatched and I had to squirm through the coal hole. I made a horrible noise