CHAPTER XIV

I FIND MYSELF A CONSPIRATOR HARRY McNAB and two of his ’Varsity friends took a car and went off to Dr. Firth’s immediately after breakfast next morning. They returned some hours later, much disgruntled. “We thought you would be black-tracking all day,” the girls greeted them. “Have you caught the burglars already?” “There’ll be mighty little catching done, if you ask me,” was Harry’s reply. “The black trackers can’t come: they’re busy on that murder case up in the Mallee, and can’t be spared for a mere robbery. Dr.…