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Rh "The police, we'll have to notify them!" said Roger.

"Yes! yes! Call the police up on the telephone!" ejaculated Mr. Wadsworth, starting to his feet.

Dave ran to the end of the office, where a telephone rested on a stand. The shock of the explosion had severed the wires.

"It's out of commission," he said. "I'll have to use the one in the shipping-room."

He left the offices, and made his way through two of the workrooms. Phil went with him and so did Roger.

"This will be a terrible blow for Mr. Wadsworth," was the comment of the shipowner's son.

"He said if he didn't get the jewels back it would ruin him," added Roger.

"Oh, we must get them back!" cried Dave. "Why, they are worth a fortune!"

In the shipping-room all was dark, and the boys had to first light a match and then turn on the electric illumination. The telephone was near by.

"Ruined!" cried our hero, as he beheld the wrenched-away receiver and transmitter.

"Here is where they must have caught the watchman while he was telephoning to Mr. Wadsworth!" said Phil.