"What about you, Bob. Do you finally admit that we have caught Chet without his usual side-kick, Lady Luck?"
"Nope, not yet. But I'm weakening."
"You're a die-hard for obstinacy, Bob."
"I grew up with Chet, and I've never seen him when lack wasn't with him. Once his jitney gave out forty miles from nowhere, and who came along and towed him in but Senator Black. The Senator became so interested in Chet that he gave him a job in his office that summer and offered to help him through college."
"It got on my nerves to think of such an unbroken record. We had to do something to stop the continuity."
"Chet never has been uppity about his good fortune."
"Well, it's unhealthy for anybody to be so darn lucky. . . . .Answer the doorbell, some one."
A man in uniform was ushered into the room.
"Good evening, gentlemen. I am the Chief of Police. I want to talk with the president."
"I'm the president," faltered Buck. "What's wrong?"
"Do you have a member by the name of Chet Stevens?"
"Yes, what's Chet done?"
"We'll come to that. Did you, about an hour and a half ago, leave the said Chet Stevens bolding a bag for snipe in the corner of Henley's Woods nearest the rifle range?"
Bob turned pale. "No one could be using the rifle range this time of night! Nothing's happened to Chet, has it, air?"
"No, Stevens is not hurt. I'm just checking up on his story, to make sure that's how he got there."
"He surely didn't lodge -- I mean, what did he go to your station for?"
"To report what he found. Said he got tired of waiting for you to come back, and sat down on a pile of leaves. That's how be happened to discover there was something under the leaves. He dug it out and brought it down to the station."
"What did he find?"
"The loot--the stuff that was stolen last week when the big Grant jewelry store was robbed. Watches and diamonds--nearly a sackful. He'll get $200 reward."