"Why would he do that?" asked Mr. Hardy.
Kauffman shrugged his shoulders.
"Ain't none of my business. Lots of actors keep a double set of wigs. Morley's playin' down at the Crescent Theater right now. Call him up."
"I'll go and see him," said Mr. Hardy, rising. "You're sure he is the man who ordered that wig?"
"Positive!" replied Kauffman, looking hurt. "I know every wig that goes out of my shop. I give 'em all my pers'nal attention. Morley got the wig—and he got another like it a month ago. I remember."
"Kauffman is right," put in the manager. "Morley has a very good account with us. If Kauffman says he remembers the wig, it must be so."
"Well, thank you for your trouble," answered Fenton Hardy. "I may be able to see Mr. Morley in his dressing room if I hurry. It lacks about half an hour of theater time."
"You'll just about make it. Glad to have been of service, Mr. Hardy. Any time we can do anything for you, just ask."
"Thank you," and Fenton Hardy shook hands with Kauffman and the manager, then left the office, bound for the Crescent Theater.
But the detective's hopes were not as high as they had been. He knew that Morley, the actor,
