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Before you can tap Tobias on the shoulder, however, he turns and points to somewhere on the other side of the park.

"Hey, isn't that that business guy? Where's he running off to?"

You spin around and catch sight of Mr. Clarence walking quite briskly towards the secluded patch of trees where you met Marlowe, growing increasingly smaller in your vision as he gets further and further from the fair. Even from this distance, however, you can see that he's holding a phone to his ear.

Frowning, you turn back to the park gates and see that Gus has suddenly been called away by someone who seems to be complaining angrily about something. You can see him anxiously glancing back at the box, which is sitting out on the stand with a chain connecting it to the wooden structure itself, but he is being forced to give most of his attention to this unhappy customer. The guys by the gate haven't moved; but they do seem to have finished their lemonade.

"What's up?" Tobias asks, seeing that you're distracted. For a few moments, you don't reply; your thoughts are starting to race.

Why would Mr. Clarence rush so far from the rest of the fair just to take a phone call? It could be that it's just too noisy in the middle of it all—but then why go so far out of sight? Could he be discussing something he doesn't want anyone else to hear? Is following him—something you can't quite believe you're considering—really worth it just to hear whatever he might be talking about?

And at the same time—what if those guys really are eyeing the lockbox, and you're the only person who's noticed?

You take a deep breath; and in a few quick seconds, you make up your mind.