"That isn't until three, and the theater begins at two."
"That's so! We'll do it, then! I'll be around right after dinner, and we'll watch for him. Say, what would you do with two hundred and fifty dollars, Perry?"
Perry shook his head. "I don't know. Guess I'd give it to dad, all but twenty-five dollars, maybe. What would you?"
Fudge shook his head also. "Search me! Well, we haven't got it yet. I guess I could find things to do with it all right. Say, you don't suppose he's at his window now, do you?"
They ascended to Perry's room and looked across, but the opposite casement was vacant. Nor, although they kept watch for a good ten minutes, did they catch sight of the suspect. They returned to the porch. "What we might do," said Fudge reflectively, "is go and see him and make believe we wanted some civil engineering done."
"We'd look fine doing that!" scoffed Perry. "He'd know right away we were faking."
"I guess so," Fudge acknowledged. "We might get someone else to do it, though."
"Who?"
"Well, you might ask your father."
"I might, but I'm not likely to," was the derisive
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