The Boy Scout Camera Club | Page 3

to look after a precious package stolen from
Washington--from almost under the eyes of the president--three days
ago!"
"Papers?" asked Jimmie. "You know we went to Lady Franklin bay
after papers."
"And they think the mountaineers stole this package?" asked Oliver.
"Tell us what it was that was taken first!" insisted Frank. "I'm
beginning to see a front-page story in this, right now!"
"The package stolen," Ned went on, with a smile, "was more precious
than any bundle of papers could be! It wasn't of gold, silver, diamonds,
or anything possessing that kind of value. It was of flesh and blood!"
"A child stolen!" cried Frank. "This goes to dad's sheet right now!"
"Boy or girl?" asked Oliver. "Age, please!"
"Boy," answered Ned. "A boy belonging to one of the ambassadors!
Age seven!"
"But why should the mountaineers steal such a child?" asked Jimmie.
"I said the boy belonged to one of the ambassadors," Ned corrected
himself. "I should have said he belonged at one of the foreign
embassies."
"The son of one of the attaches?" asked Teddy. "That's strange! Why?"
"Teddy," reproved Jimmie, "you can ask more questions in a minute

than a motion picture machine can take in a hundred years."
"The stolen boy is in no ways related to any one in this country," Ned
answered, "yet his safety is of the utmost importance. It is up to us to
find him."
"But why should the mountain men make a grab at a kid?" insisted
Jimmie. "I've asked that question numerous times now," he added, with
a wrinkled nose.
"It is not believed that the mountain men know anything about the
matter," Ned replied. "No one suspects them of taking the child.
Mountain men are not up to that sort of thing, as a rule. They will make
moonshine--some of them will--and may hide a counterfeiter, but they
don't steal children!"
"Then who did steal him?" asked Frank. "Don't be so mysterious."
"I want the matter to sink deep into your alleged minds!" was Ned's
smiling rejoinder, "and that is the reason I'm drawing the explanation
out. It is thought the boy was stolen by some one who came over the
sea to do the job--some one never before in this country."
"I twig!" Jimmie declared, skipping about the room. "The stolen boy is
next of succession to some measly old throne! What? And he was sent
out here to get him out of the zone of danger, and now he's been
nipped?"
The boys looked at Ned with redoubled interest. It had been interesting,
the very idea of going into the mountains in quest of an abducted child,
but the thought of going after a boy who would one day be a king! That
was exciting indeed!
"I can't tell you who the boy is." Ned went on, "but I can tell you that
he must be found! The Secret Service men at Washington have a pretty
good idea as to who got him, and they believe the criminals are not
above committing the crime of murder. In a certain sense, this boy is in
the way in the old country!"

"Oh, they wouldn't kill a kid like that!" Jimmie asserted.
"Wouldn't they?" demanded Teddy Green. "If you read up on history,
you'll soon find out whether ambitious men will murder children who
stand in their way! I half believe the boy was murdered at the very
moment he was taken!"
"He has been seen alive since that time," Ned responded. "This is
Thursday. He was taken on Monday, and was seen yesterday. Or a boy
believed to be the prince was seen yesterday, on a launch on the
Potomac river."
"Prince, eh?" cried Frank. "It is a prince, is it? Say, but won't dad be
glad to hear about this? I'd like to write the headlines!"
"We may as well call him the prince," Ned laughed.
Before more could be said, a servant knocked at the door and Jack
opened it so as to look out. In a moment he turned back inside with a
flushed face.
"Say, boys," he said, "there's something strange going on here
to-night!"
CHAPTER II
THE HOLE IN THE ATTIC FLOOR
Ned sprang to his feet in an instant and beckoned Jack to one side. The
others gathered around, but Ned motioned them back.
"Let us find out exactly what Jack means before any remarks are
made," he said.
"Well," Jack began, almost in a whisper, "the servant who came to the
door said--"
"Wait a moment!" Ned requested. "Let us get this at first hand. Is the

servant you refer to still out in the corridor? Look and see."
Jack opened the door an inch and looked out.
"Yes," he reported, facing Ned, with the door still ajar, "he is still
there."