"How many wigs did he take?"
"About half a dozen. Funny thing about that, too. They were all red. Took nothin' but red wigs. I told the cops to be on the lookout for a red-headed thief. I didn't worry so much about the other wigs, for they were for old plays, but this one was being used right along. Kauffman made it specially for me. I had to get him to make another. But say—where did you find it?"
"Oh, just a little case I'm investigating. The crook left this behind him. I was trying to trace it."
"Well, you've traced it all right. But that's all the help I can give you. The cops never did find out who cleaned out my dressing room."
Mr. Hardy was disappointed. The clue of the red wig had led only to a blind alley. But he concealed his chagrin and tossed the wig over to Morley.
"Gee, and I'm sure glad to get it back again," declared the actor. "Things haven't gone right with me at all since I lost that wig. Losing it brought me a whole flock of bad luck. Sorry I can't help you find the guy that took it. What's he been up to now?"
Fenton Hardy evaded the question.
"Oh, I'll probably get him some other way. Give me a list and description of the stuff he
