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BANNER BOY SCOUTS
MYSTERY
THE BANNER
BOY SCOUTS
MYSTERY
_By_
GEORGE A. WARREN
THE WORLD SYNDICATE
PUBLISHING COMPANY
CLEVELAND NEW YORK
_Published 1937 by
The World Syndicate Publishing Co._
[Illustration: LOGO]
_Printed in the United States of America_
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I LOST 9
II FIRE! 23
III PAUL LOOKS INTO THE MATTER 28
IV DETECTIVES 36
V A SUSPICIOUS INDIVIDUAL 44
VI THE SPY 53
VII THE ROBBERY 66
VIII ENCOUNTER 73
IX WHO IS MR. GREY? 81
X STUMPED! 90
XI A HUNCH 97
XII A BUMP ON THE HEAD 105
XIII DISCOVERY 113
XIV A NEW TURN OF EVENTS 122
XV FOLLOWING UP THEIR CLUES 131
XVI PAUL GETS INTO TROUBLE 138
XVII PARENTAL ADMONITIONS 149
XVIII FALSE ALARM! 156
XIX CAPTURED! 163
XX ESCAPE! 172
XXI CONVINCING THE POLICE 178
XXII MR. GREY 191
XXIII PAUL HELPS OUT 197
XXIV BATTLE 204
XXV INTO THE LAKE 210
XXVI TROUBLE AT HOME 218
XXVII MYSTERY OF THE WHITE CARD 229
XXVIII AGAIN THE WHITE CARD 237
XXIX MYSTERY SOLVED 243
BANNER BOY SCOUTS MYSTERY
CHAPTER I
LOST
“Ken! Ken Armstrong! Dinner is ready.”
“I’m coming, Mother,” he called from his room upstairs.
Hurriedly he finished brushing his hair and raced downstairs to the
dining room. His father was already at the table and waiting for the
children to take their places. Mrs. Armstrong in the meanwhile was
adding the finishing touches in setting the table. “Before you sit
down, Ken,” his mother told him, “will you please go out and call
Betty. She must be outside somewhere playing.”
“Yes, Mother.”
Ken obeyed and went outside to look for his younger sister, who was
five years old. It was a day in the latter part of August, warm, clear.
Stepping out on the porch, he called out, “Betty! Betty!”
There was no answer. Ken looked in the yard, then in the garage where
she sometimes climbed into the back of the car and amused herself
playing with her doll. But she was not there either. Ken walked across
the street and rang the Smiths’ doorbell. Mrs. Smith herself answered
and Ken asked, “Is Betty here, Mrs. Smith?”
She shook her head. “No,” she answered. “She was playing with my little
Helen until about an hour ago, when she left.”
“Thank you,” Ken said and walked away. On the sidewalk, he paused to
think of all the places where she might be. Ken walked further down the
street and stopped at the Morrison home. Paul answered the doorbell.
“Hello, Ken,” he called.
“Hello, Paul. Is Betty here playing with your little brother?”
“Why, no, Ken. Pete has been at the park all day and has just returned.”
“That’s strange,” muttered Ken.
“What’s strange?”
“I can’t seem to find her.”
“Oh, you’ll find her,” Paul assured his friend. “She may be playing
with little Karliner across the street.”
“That’s right. I didn’t think of it. Thanks, Paul.”
“So long, Ken. Don’t forget the meeting tonight.”
“I won’t,” Ken called back over his shoulder. He went across the street
to the Karliner home and rang the doorbell. Mrs. Karliner opened the
door. “Is Betty here?” he asked.
“No,” answered the youthful woman. “Betty and Karl had a childish
quarrel this morning and they quit playing together.”
“Until tomorrow,” remarked Ken, laughing.
“Yes, no matter how much they quarrel the children always come together
again,” she said, also laughing.
“And it is a good thing they do,” added the boy.
“Yes. And in that respect, grown ups would do well to take after
children.”
“You are right, Mrs. Karliner.” Ken edged away from the doorway. “You
will excuse me, but I have to find Betty.”
The woman smiled and closed the door. Ken walked back toward his own
house. He was puzzled and couldn’t think where else his younger sister
might be. Usually she was somewhere in the neighborhood. If she wasn’t
in her own yard, she could always be found either at the Morrisons,
the Smiths or the Karliners. But today she wasn’t at any one of those
places. As he entered his own yard, Ken thought of one other place
where she might be. Around the corner was a small park where Mrs.
Armstrong very often took the child to play. Perhaps she had gone
there with some other child. Ken thought he better run over there in
a hurry before his mother became worried. However, there were only a
few children there because it was dinner time. And no Betty. He walked
through the playground twice. No sign of his sister.
For the first time, Ken became anxious. Of course, she was not lost,
he thought to himself. But where could she be? Slowly he walked
home without coming to any definite opinion. Stepping onto the porch
noiselessly, he hesitated to enter the house. If he told his mother he
could not find Betty, she might become frightened. He conceived another
idea. Walking around to the side of the house, he peeked through the
window into the dining room. Seeing that his mother was not there, he
knocked on the window and motioned for his father to come outside. Mr.
Armstrong came out onto the porch. “What’s the trouble, Ken?” he asked.
The boy tried hard not to look anxious. “Dad, I can’t seem to find
Betty,” he whispered.
Mr. Armstrong was a tall, heavy set man. He tugged at his close cropped
mustache and muttered, “You can’t seem to find her, eh? Did you look
everywhere?”
“I did.”
“At the Morrisons?”
“Yes. I was also at the Smiths, the Karliners and at the park, Dad. She
was not at any one of those places.”
“Hmm!” mused Mr. Armstrong. “She must be somewhere around, Ken. Let us
first search the yard thoroughly.”
Together they looked over the yard and then the garage. But the child
was not there. Finally they stopped their search. “You say that you
were to the park, at the Morrisons, the Smiths, the Karliners?” asked
Mr. Armstrong.
“Yes, Dad.”
“Can you think of anywhere else she might be? Do you know of any other
child she occasionally plays with?”
Just then Mrs. Armstrong came out onto the porch and called, “Ken,
John, what are you doing out here when you are supposed to be at the
dinner table? And where is Betty?”
Mr. Armstrong walked slowly over to his wife and said, “Now, Edna,
don’t you become upset. It seems that Betty is nowhere where she
usually plays. Do you know of any other child she sometimes plays with
and with whom she might be now?”
Mrs. Armstrong became very pale. “Were you to the Karliners, Ken?” she
queried anxiously.
“Yes, mother.”
“Now don’t you become alarmed, Edna. The child is somewhere around. But
she may have walked off alone somewhere or she might be playing at some
house.”
“Were you to the Johnsons?” Mrs. Armstrong asked. Ken shook his head.
“Then run over and see. And if she is not there, stop in at the
McKinlys.”
Ken was off at a run. The Johnson home was at the end of the street.
Junior himself opened the door and Ken bent down to question the
child. “Is Betty here?” he asked.
The little boy shook his head and muttered, “Nah.” Mrs. Johnson came to
the door and he asked her the same question. “Why, no,” she replied.
“She never comes. I would like very much for her to come and play with
Junior, but she never does. I guess it is a little too far away for
her.”
Ken was anxious to be off. “Yes, I guess so,” he answered. “Excuse me.”
And he was off.
The McKinly home was across the street. But she was not there either.
Ken walked away deeply concerned. Returning home he found his parents
awaiting him, their faces drawn and worried. At the news that the
child was neither at the Johnsons nor the McKinlys, Mrs. Armstrong
clenched her fingers. Her husband stood up. “She must have walked off
somewhere,” he said. “I’ll notify the police and have them search for
her.”
“Wait a minute, Dad,” cried Ken. “Perhaps she is in her room.”
Without losing a second, he dashed up the stairs. A minute later he
was coming down slowly. By the expression on his face the parents
could tell that she was not in her room. Mr. Armstrong walked to the
foyer where the telephone was and they could hear him calling the
police and giving a detailed description of the child. She was five
years old, blonde hair and blue eyes, weighed between forty-five and
fifty pounds and was about twenty-six or twenty-seven inches tall. His
task completed, he returned to the dining room. He put an arm around
his wife’s shoulder and said, “Now, don’t worry, Edna. The child most
likely has walked off by herself and she will be found. You will have
her again in half an hour.”
Ken jumped out of his chair and dashed out of the house. He ran over
to the Morrison home and called Paul. Drawing his friend aside, he
whispered, “Paul, call the troop together. We cannot find Betty and we
have to make a search for her.”
“That’s too bad,” replied Paul. “I’m sure no harm has come to her and
we will find her.”
The two boys walked off to call the boys together. Some of the Boy
Scouts lived in the immediate neighborhood while the others were
reached by telephone. Practically every one of them knew Betty by
sight, but just to make sure a description of her was passed around.
Within ten minutes the entire Stanhope Troop No. 1 was out on the
streets and searching for the child. In the meanwhile the police had
also sent out an alarm and were combing the town to find Betty. The
news had spread and many townspeople had joined in the search.
For the next half hour every nook and corner of the town was ransacked.
Many a little girl was stopped and asked if her name was Betty
Armstrong. But always it was a shake of the head and the word no.
Suddenly the news spread that the search was off and that the child was
safely home. Ken, who was with Paul, sprinted home. The two boys burst
into the house and found Betty sitting very calmly at the table having
her dinner. Quite innocently she shook a finger a her big brother and
scolded him. “You’re late,” she told him. “Mama is angry if you come
late for dinner.”
The two boys, hot and out of breath as they were, couldn’t resist
laughing at the innocent humor of the child. “Where were you?” Ken
demanded.
Just then Mr. Armstrong came in. Seeing his missing child at the
table, he sighed with relief. Mrs. Armstrong came in from the kitchen
and said, “You men better have your dinner right away, before it gets
spoiled.”
Paul moved away, saying, “I will wait for you upstairs, Ken, in your
room.”
“Jack is also upstairs,” mentioned Mrs. Armstrong. “He found the child
and brought her home.”
Paul walked upstairs while Mr. Armstrong turned to his wife and asked,
“Where did he find her?”
“On Leonard Street.”
“So far away!” exclaimed Ken. “Leonard Street is at the edge of the
town.”
“Yes.”
“What was she doing there?” asked Mr. Armstrong.
“Who knows?” his wife exclaimed.
Ken turned to his younger sister. “What were you doing so far away from
home?” he demanded.
“Don’t bother the child now,” asserted his mother. “Let us eat now. You
can ask her all the questions you want later or tomorrow.”
“Yes, Mother.”
The family settled down to their meal and for the present tried to
forget the anxiety and worry the child had caused them.
As soon as he could get away from the table, Ken did so and raced
upstairs. Dashing into his room, he called out, “Hello, Jack.”
“Hello, Ken. I hear Betty gave you a bad scare.”
“And how!” added Paul. “The only ones we did not have searching for her
were the marines, and only because there are none in Stanhope.”
“Yes, that is just what I want to ask you about, Jack. How did you come
to find her?” asked Ken.
“I was out that way visiting Bud Menninger. You know him, don’t you,
Ken?”
“Yes, he is the fellow who wants to join our troop, isn’t he?”
“That’s right,” answered Jack. “Well, I was riding home on my bicycle
when I happened to notice Betty walking along, all by herself. I was
so surprised, I wouldn’t believe my eyes at first. I couldn’t imagine
what she would be doing so far away from home. At any rate, I jumped
off my bike and approached her and then I saw that it was really her.
She was sucking a large peppermint stick.”
“Sucking a peppermint stick!” exclaimed Ken. “Who gave it to her?”
“That is just the point. I asked her and she replied that a man gave it
to her.”
“A man!—”
Paul interrupted. “Don’t interrupt, Ken,” he said. “Listen to the rest
of the story. It is mighty interesting.”
“All right, I won’t interrupt. Go on.”
“Well, I questioned her a little more,” continued Jack, “and she told
me that she was walking home from the Smiths when a man stopped her and
asked if she wanted some candy. Like a child, she couldn’t refuse. So
he took her by the hand and he bought her that peppermint stick she was
sucking.”
“Then what?” Ken asked eagerly.
“From further questioning, it seems that after he bought her the candy,
they just kept on walking. I looked her over closely and saw that she
was not all frightened or hurt in any way. So it seems that the man who
took her walking, did not harm her in the least.”
“But how come he left her at the edge of the town all by herself. A
man must be crazy to do a thing like that.”
“Now that is a clue,” spoke up Paul. “An ordinary man would not do a
thing like that.”
“Clue!” exclaimed Ken, surprised. “What sort of clue? What are you
talking about?”
“Let me finish,” urged Jack. “As I was talking to her, I noticed
that she kept one hand behind her back. I asked her why and she just
shrugged her shoulders. I looked and I saw that she was clutching a
card in her little fist. I asked where she got it and she told me that
the man gave it to her before he left her. I asked her to give it to me
and she did. Here it is.”
Jack held up the white card, three inches by two inches. The boys
huddled together, examining it. “Why, it is just a plain, blank, white
card!” exclaimed Ken.
“That’s right. But what is the meaning of it?” asked Jack.
There was no answer. The three boys were mystified. The whole story
sounded very odd and the card made it all the more perplexing. “From
all the evidence at hand,” remarked Paul, “I am convinced that there
must be something wrong with the man who walked off with the child.”
“But that’s just it,” exploded Ken. “If there is something wrong with
the man, he must be found out and put away into an asylum. He can’t be
permitted to roam the streets and walk away with children.”
“And if Paul’s suggestions are correct,” added Jack, “God knows what
other tricks he might be up to and what damage he may be doing.”
“Now let’s think this out calmly and logically,” said Paul. “First did
you ask Betty to describe the man?”
“I did,” replied Jack. “But all she would say was that he was tall and
very kind to her.”
“There are many tall men in town. That is no clue,” said Ken.
Paul rose. “We certainly have to look into the matter and see what we
can do.”
“What can we do?” asked Ken. “As far as I know there are no crazy
people in Stanhope and only a lunatic would do a thing like that.”
“We have about an hour before the meeting,” suggested Jack. “Suppose we
go down to Leonard Street and look around.”
Just then Mr. Armstrong came in. “Hello, Jack,” he greeted.
“Hello, Mr. Armstrong.”
He saw that the boys seemed to be on the verge of leaving and he said,
“I hope I am not keeping you boys from going on your way.”
“Well, we were preparing to leave, but—” that from Ken.
“I merely want to ask Jack about his finding Betty.”
Jack repeated his story, leaving out the part about the white card. For
a while there was silence. Mr. Armstrong mused. Finally he said, “It
must have been some man who knows the family and bought her some candy.”
“But why should he leave her at the end of the town to walk back
alone,” demanded Ken.
Mr. Armstrong shrugged his shoulders wearily. “I can’t understand that
myself,” he said. “But the fact remains that the child was not harmed.
Which leads us to the conclusion that the man must have been a friend.”
The boys had no desire to argue with the older man and so they left it
at that. In the street, Ken asked, “Why did you leave out that part
about the white card, Jack?”
“I didn’t think it mattered,” was the answer. “I figured that if I told
him about it, he would give it over to the police, and then it would
get into the newspapers and then everybody would know about it. And the
guilty man, even if he is crazy, would know better than to do anything
to give himself away. As it is, nobody knows, except the three of us,
and by a little quiet work we may track the culprit down.”
“I think you did right,” spoke up Paul.
“That is to be seen,” added Ken skeptically.
The boys walked down to Leonard Street and Jack pointed out the exact
spot where he came upon Betty. The neighborhood was one occupied
mostly by the poorer people of the town. Of course, there was
nothing to be found in the way of clues. They walked all around the
neighborhood and noticed the various shacks and empty lots but did not
come across any man that was tall and kindly looking. At last they
decided to give up the search and go to a meeting of their boy scout
troop, the Red Fox Patrol.
All the other boys—Nuthin’, The Carberry twins, William and Wallace,
Bobolink, Bluff—were already there when the three arrived. Pressed for
information, Jack for the third time re-told his story.