Pud found what he expected to find, a burlap bag filled with Aunt Sabrina’s smaller silver and about all the larger pieces. Some of the latter had not been molested, and these, as Pud guessed, were only silver-plated. The locked drawers of the big, old-fashioned mahogany sideboard had been forced, and Pud reflected that for the burglar’s sake he hoped the latter would not be around when Aunt Sabrina viewed the chipped and cracked edges of the wood! To be on the safe side, he dragged the bag to a closet and turned the key on it. Then he ran upstairs again and relieved Tim while the latter donned the rest of his clothes. They were all fully dressed by the time the police arrived, and Pud admitted them somewhat impressively through the front door, while Tim and Harmon leaned over the upstairs balusters and stared down enthralled. That the burglar had attempted to descend from his prison by the roof was evident later from the fact that one of The Tower windows was found open. Probably his courage had failed him as soon as he had set foot on the slippery, rain-filmed shingles and he had decided to face trial rather than risk a broken neck. At all events, when they opened The Tower door and went cautiously up, four burly officers with drawn revolvers, there he sat on the top step, a rather hungry-looking, undersized little rat of a man, calmly awaiting them. ‘Ho,’ said the officer in command of the force, ‘it’s only “Slim” Towle! Come on down, Slim, and we’ll give you a ride.’ So Slim came down docilely, looking in fact, or so Pud thought, rather relieved, and one of the men went through his pockets very carefully and took out quite a number of interesting articles including a black-jack, a small nickeled pocket torch, and one or two other personal articles――but no revolver!――and a large collection of small trinkets picked up during his visit. There was, for instance, Aunt Sabrina’s gold locket that held a strand of braided brown hair, a tortoise-shell comb, a silver-and-pearl paper-cutter, Lydia’s bar-pin set with imitation emeralds, a gold hairpin, a fine gold chain, and a single silver cuff-link. All of which articles, announced the police, would have to be taken to Headquarters and there claimed by their owners. Then ‘Slim’ Towle, looking a bit bored and rather weary, went down the stairs between two of the officers and out the front door. The officer in charge of operations――a lieutenant, Pud thought――viewed the burlap bag and its contents, nodded and said: ‘Had a pretty good haul there. Well, if folks will leave their silver lying around loose, they’ll lose it sooner or later.’ Then he turned suddenly and viewed the three lads with stern gaze. ‘Now,’ he asked disconcertingly, ‘who are you and what are you doing here?’