"What was it, then?"
But Mrs. Bobbsey either could not, or would not, say.
"I say, Harry," said Bert to his country cousin one day, when the
Bluebird had come to anchor some distance down the lake, "let's try to
get to the bottom of this mystery."
"What mystery?"
"Why, the one about the noise, and the sandwiches and cakes being
taken, and Snap acting so funny. I'm sure there's a mystery on this
boat, and we ought to find out what it is."
"I'm with you!" exclaimed Harry. "What shall we do?"
"Let's sit up some night and watch that closet," said Bert. "We can
easily do it."
"Will your folks let us?"
"We won't ask them. Oh, I wouldn't do anything I knew they didn't want
me to do without asking," Bert said quickly, as he saw his cousin's
startled glance.
"But there's no harm in this," Bert went on. "We'll go to bed early
some night, and, when all the rest of them are asleep, we'll get up
and stand watch all night. You can watch part of the time, and when
you get sleepy I'll take my turn. Then we can see whether anything is
hiding in that closet."
"Do you think there is?" asked Harry.
"I'm sure I don't know what to think," Bert answered. "Only it's a
mystery, and we ought to find out what it is."
"I'm with you," said Harry again.
"Are you talking secrets?" asked Nan, suddenly coming up just then.
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