The Banner Boy Scouts Mystery

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ationery store to look at the window display. His attention was attracted by someone coming out of the store. He caught h

his pace, he walked past the man. At the corner, he pretended that he was lost and was looking for something. He waited for Mr. Grey to co

ch excited and kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

eyes that bore into him. Those eyes! he thought to himself, he would never forget them. They were dark, brilliant, wild. He became conscious that he

ey’s Pharmacy! I am sorry, but I

then I have to go down also to John and M

at all disturbed by those words. He answered softly, “Yes, I can tell you where John Street is. You walk straight down Main Street; you can’t miss it. It is quite a w

Grey, walk away. Remembering that he still had the errand to do for his father, he

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to the stationery store. He entered. A young man

ite card. “Have you got any

the card, fingered it and answered, “Y

ten,” sa

e shelves, and replied, “I’m sorry. The cards are twenty-five ce

nnounced Paul and wal

thought. Upon reflection he realized that he was nowhere nearer to a solution of

e arm and Paul turned around. “

,” was the reply. “What

sposal, if you want me to do s

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me,” and the captain shook his head. “I m

t with me. What

e,” remarked Captain Bob, smiling. “We may get k

s on his guard, though. The old man was clever and shrewd and if he thought he was going to obtain information from him,

ered. “What I want to ask you, my boy, is how are y

im so bluntly. “What mystery?” he asked, trying to make h

Let’s be honest with each other. I suppose you know that I am also inter

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. “I didn’t think you had any susp

riends are doing a lot of detective work. I just want to know how you a

not been doing much lately at all. And ...” he paused to suspend the effect of the

angry. “I guess we will just ha

ng my friends and I

t. “Never mind,” he said

mystery to him. He wondered what Captain Bob was up to, whether he was still following him and his friends and also whether the old m

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,” was the answer

,” he commented, “let’s hope you are really t

that you said?

out of his seat and walked off. Jack was busy tinkering with his fat

of tools. “A little,” h

reasy hands. “Wh

yes wide and stared at his friend.

ard. “Well, go on, tell me. Wha

ened attentively. Finally he mutte

ast I now have a good idea of the sort of person he

want? How di

wants to[96] know what we are doi

appraisal. “He is aware that we know something which w

“whether it wouldn’t be better t

od will

I can see

t w

et that angle of it

am going to do,

ha

going to follow Mr. Grey.” He eyed

t. Guess I’ll go home