They stopped in the village to get
a policeman and also a lawyer.
"If Blipper wants to put up a fight we'll be ready for him," said Mr.
Bobbsey.
But when the fair grounds were reached there was no Blipper to be found.
In the night he had packed up his merry-go-round and had traveled on,
leaving no word as to where he was going.
"I don't care where he's gone!" said the partner, Mr. Hardy. "I'm
through with him. We've broken up the partnership. I sold my share to
him. I don't care to have anything to do with such a man. He's a thief!"
"Perhaps you can tell us about this boy--Bob Guess," suggested Mr.
Bobbsey.
"Yes, I can. I told Blipper I'd tell, after I found out he'd taken a
coat and a robe that didn't belong to him. He carted them away with him
too, so if they're yours there's no use looking for them," he added to
Mr. Bobbsey.
"Oh, well, I gave them up for lost some time ago," said the lumber
dealer. "I managed to get copies of the papers that were in my pockets,
and I wouldn't wear the coat again, anyhow. But what about Bob?"
Then Mr. Hardy told the story. Mr. Blipper had found Bob, a little chap,
wandering about the streets of a big city. The boy, it seemed, lived
with an Italian who said he had once known Bob's father and mother who
had been dead some time.
"I don't know how Blipper managed it, but he got the boy away from the
Italian," said Mr. Hardy, "and gave out that he had adopted Bob Guess as
his son.
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