"I'll say he did. But it was just as well. Saved us a lot of trouble."
"We might have been going around to all the pawnshops in the city and not getting anywhere."
"Looks as if dad has the inside track on the case, anyway. If any of the jewels are turned in he will be the first to hear of it. What chance have we?"
"I'm hanged if I'll give up!" declared Frank, with determination. "We know that there was a strange man hanging around Tower Mansion and we know that there was a red-headed crook in town. Perhaps those two facts aren't connected, but I think they are. And we know he stole Chet's roadster."
"And left it in the woods."
"Yes—and say, Joe! We didn't take much time to look around when that roadster was found, did we?"
"What was the use? The roadster was there and Chet got it back."
"No, but the man who stole the car had been there too. Perhaps he left some clue."
Joe slapped his knee with an open hand.
"I never thought of that, Frank. Let's go right back there now."
"Come on."
Eagerly, the Hardy boys dashed over to their motorcycles. In a few minutes they were speed-
