But you and I will both know this paper and the chisel again, if we see it, won't we ?" "We ought to," nodded the policeman.

"But you don't consider the matter as important enough, then, to interest the police ?" "I wouldn't think o' bothering the police force about a trifling little matter like this," returned Driggs carelessly.
Just as soon, however, as the policeman had gone, Driggs darted into his private office.

There he took up the telephone receiver and asked for Lawyer Ripley's residence number.
"Is Master Fred at home!" he inquired, when a servant of the Ripley household answered the telephone.

Fred was at home, the servant replied, and then summoned Fred to the telephone.
"Well, who is it, and what is it ?" asked Fred crossly.
"Hiram Driggs," responded the boat builder dryly.

"That's 'who is it.' As to 'what is it,' if you'll take a quick run over to my office at the boatyard I'll tell you the rest of it." "What on earth can you want to see me about ?" Fred demanded.
Even over the wire, the note of dismay in Ripley's voice was plainly evident to Driggs, who chuckled.
"I can't tell you, over the wire, all that I want to see you about," Driggs replied.