"
"You won't be much impressed I'm afraid," rejoined Roy with a smile
at his recollection of the Meadville sleuths.
"Why, doesn't he wear glasses, have a hawk-like nose and smoke a pipe?"
inquired Bess.
"And hunt up missing heiresses?" teasingly struck in Jimsy.
"No, he's a very different sort of person. But hush! he's coming now."
A heavy tread sounded in the hall and Mr. James Kennedy, Detective of
the Meadville Police Force, stood before them. As Jimsy had said, he was
not impressive as to outward appearance, although his fat, heavy face,
and rather vacant eyes, might have concealed a giant intellect.
"I've investigated the case of the attempted burning of the stable last
night," he began.
"Yes," exclaimed Roy eagerly. "Have you any suspicions as to who did
it?"
The man shook his head.
"As yet we have no clews," he declared, "and I don't think we'll get
any."
"That's too bad," replied Roy, "but let me tell you something that may
help you."
The lad launched into a description of their adventures of the morning.
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