evidence we might find. There might be something there that would identify the chap."
"I'm with you. Let's go this morning."
So within the hour the boys were on their motorcycles, speeding along the shore road toward the place where the speed fiend's car had been wrecked in the bushes.
"I'd certainly like to do something to help clear Mr. Robinson," said Frank. "It's pretty tough on Slim and his mother and sisters."
"We probably won't be able to do very much. If dad can't clear him, I don't think we can help a great deal. But it's worth while trying."
"It sure is. And I've had a hunch all along that we didn't investigate the wreck of that car closely enough."
"Well, we'll make a thorough job of it this time."
When the boys reached the scene of the wreck they found the smashed car just where they had seen it last. The tires had been taken and some of the accessories that had escaped destruction had been stripped from the automobile, but the car had been so badly smashed that there were few evidences of disturbance.
Leaving their motorcycles by the side of the road, the lads plunged down into the bushes and busied themselves examining the wreckage. Joe hunted through the side pockets in the hope that there might be papers or some
