prints somewhere about the car. If he was a professional crook we could have traced him easily."
"Too late now. Chet has had the car washed since then—we didn't think of it in time."
Their search was without success, and the Hardy boys were about to give up in disappointment when Frank left the clearing and began to hunt about in the bushes.
"I guess we might as well go home," said Joe. "We've come hunting for clues too late. If we had any sense we would have looked for finger-prints and—"
He was interrupted by a shout from his brother.
"Joe! Come here, quick! I've found something!"
There was no mistaking the excitement in Frank's voice. Joe lost no time in scrambling through the bushes until he reached his brother's side.
Frank was standing in the midst of a thicket, holding up something red and bushy.
It was a wig!
"The red wig!" exclaimed Joe, his eyes widening.
"Not only the wig," replied Frank. "But this—" and he bent over to pick up a battered hat from the ground. "And this!" Whereupon he picked up a worn coat.
