Chapter 44

“Don’t do that, sir, don’t do it!” gasped Commeder Banks. “You are a fool, sir, and a criminal, sir——” “And a cat burglar, dear old inspector,” chortled Bones. “What about our going fishing—you and me and dear old Emmie?” The girl cast an imploring look at him, but Bones was a notoriously bad reader of signs. It took Sanders and Hamilton nearly an hour to bring to the young man a realization of the gravity of his position. “Pull yourself together, Bones,” said Hamilton gravely. “This may mean a court-martial. You r…