hold-up man and the fellow that stole the car is one and the same man."
Detective Smuff wagged his head solemnly in admiration of this feat of deduction. "I believe you're right, chief," he declared.
"Of course he's right," said Frank. "It couldn't be any one else. The point is this—where did the hold-up man go? Did he leave in the car? Did any one follow him?"
"He left in the car all right," said Harrity. "But nobody followed him. I telephoned for the police."
"Did you notice the color of this man's hair?" asked Frank suddenly.
"What's that got to do with it?" asked Detective Smuff.
"Never mind. It may have a great deal to do with it. Did you notice the color of his hair?" repeated Frank, turning to Harrity.
"It was short," said Harrity firmly. "Short and dark."
Frank and Joe looked blankly at one another.
"Are you sure?" asked Joe.
"I'm positive," declared Harrity. "I was face to face with him. He was a dark-haired man, and his hair was cut awful short. I noticed that."
"You're sure he wasn't red-headed?"
"I'm sure of it."
