"Stolen?"
"An auto thief stole it from the garage not half an hour ago. He just went in as cool as you please and made away with the car. The hired man saw the roadster disappearing down the lane, but he supposed I was in it so he didn't think anything of it. Then he saw me out in the yard a little while later, so he got suspicious—and the roadster was gone."
"Wasn't it locked?"
"That's the strange part of it. The car was locked, although the garage door was open. I can't see how he got away with it."
"A professional job," commented Frank. "These auto thieves always carry scores of keys with them. But we're losing time here. The only thing is to set out in pursuit and to notify the police. The hired man didn't see which way the fellow went, did he?"
"No."
"There is only the one road, and we didn't meet him, so he must have taken the turning to the right at the end of the lane."
"We'll chase him," said Joe. "Climb onto my bike, Chet. We'll get the thief yet."
"Wait a minute," cried Frank suddenly. "I have an idea! Joe, do you remember that car we saw wrecked in the bushes?"
"Sure."
"Perhaps the driver stole the first automo-
