“Absolutely. If those two catch that train Dad’s case will be ruined. And I don’t mind telling you it has something to do with Perry Robinson.”

Chet Morton whistled.

“Ah, ha! I see now. The Tower affair. In that case, we’ll see to it that the seven o’clock train leaves here without our worthy chief and his equally worthy⁠—although dumb⁠—detective.” He hated Smuff, for the sleuth had once or twice tried to arrest the boys for bathing in a forbidden section of the bay.

“There is only one question left,” said Phil solemnly.

“And what is that?”

“How to keep them from getting on the train.”

“Get your brains to work, fellows⁠—if you have any,” ordered Jerry Gilroy. “Let’s figure out a plan.”