CHAPTER XX
BETTY IS STOPPED
"Doctor Morrison, maybe," said Bob carelessly. "Gee, Betty, you certainly are nervous! I'll run around the house and see if there's any one about."
He dashed out, and though he hunted thoroughly, reported that he could find no one.
"It wasn't the doctor, that's sure," he said. "And the grocer's boy would have gone to the back of the house. Are you sure you saw anything, Betty?"
"I saw a man's shadow," averred Betty positively. "I was sitting facing the window, you know, and watching the million little motes dancing in the shaft of light, when a shadow, full length, fell on the floor. It was for only a second, as though some one had stepped across the porch. Then I told you. Bob, I know I shan't sleep a wink to-night."
"Nonsense," said Bob stoutly. "Who could it have been? Goodness knows, there's nothing worth stealing in the house."
"Those sharpers," whispered Betty. "They
