your idea, after all. Say! Perhaps that's where the counterfeiting plant is. Right in the old mill!"
"That's just what I've been driving at. There's something fishy about the old mill, for all their story that they're making a patent kind of breakfast food. That may be true, of course, but still—"
"They didn't look very much like scientists to me."
"To me, either."
"But how can we find out anything more about the place than we know already? They won't let any one inside the mill, and it's quite evident that they don't want any one around the place at all."
"What made me suspicious," said Frank, "was the fact that Paul Blum seemed to be heading for the mouth of Willow River that afternoon he got away in the motorboat. I began to wonder later if he might have been intending to make his way up as far as the old mill. Perhaps he is connected with the gang."
"It looks reasonable. But if we show our noses around there they'll just chase us away."
"There's Lester."
"Lester?"
"The boy we saved from drowning. We have him on our side anyway, I think. If we haven't, he must be a very ungrateful beggar.
