"But if that bird doesn't fly back
with our airplane I'll make war on Germany myself."
Despite his gloom, Frank grinned. He slapped big Bob on the back.
"Come on, old boy," he said. "No use hanging around here. We may as
well go back to the house and report the latest mystery."
"I wonder," said Bob, as they set out, "whether there is any
connection between the two--between this theft of our airplane and
that stuff yesterday."
It was Mr. Temple who was able to provide an answer to that question.
The boys found him up and dressed when they reached home, and himself
considerably excited over a telephone call from New York City. He,
too, was dismayed when told of the theft of the airplane. But when the
boys showed him the German Iron Cross he hit the desk before him a
resounding blow with his fist. Their conversation took place in the
library.
"That fits right into the puzzle," said he. "Boys, while you were out
of the house I had a long distance telephone call from New York City.
The man who called said he was a chauffeur who had driven two men down
here yesterday, that he thought they were on legitimate business, but
that when Bob tried to stop them he saw they were bad ones, as he put
it. Later, when they made him drive them over to the radiophone
station and he heard Tom rout them with his pistol shots, he said he
drove off as they ran for his car and left them.
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