"We won't have to ask him. Dad should have all that information."
"Let's go and ask him right now."
But when the lads returned home and asked their father for a description of the jewels, they met with a disappointment.
"I'm quite willing to give you all that information," said Fenton Hardy; "but I don't think it will be much use. Furthermore, I'll bet I can tell just what you are going to do."
"What?"
"You're going to make the rounds of the pawnshops and see if any of the jewels have been turned in."
The Hardy boys looked at one another in consternation.
"How did you ever guess that?" asked Frank.
Their father smiled.
"Because it is just what I have already done. Not an hour after I was called in on the case I had a full description of all those jewels in every pawnshop in the city. More than that, the description has been sent to jewelry firms and pawnshops in other cities near here, and also to the New York police. Here's a duplicate list if you want it, but you'll just be wasting time by going around to the shops. They are all on the lookout for the stuff."
Mechanically, Frank took the list.
