he's about as slick as they make them. Say, what time is it? I've got to get home!"
"About half-past twelve. Do we have to do any more shadowing this afternoon?"
Fudge shook his head. "No, he'll be in the theater from two to half-past four. Anyway, I've got to think over the new evidence before we go on. We—we've got to proceed very carefully. If he should suspect anything—well, it might go hard with us."
"I wish," said Perry dubiously, "we could find out if there really is a reward out for him. Only, if there was, I don't suppose we could get it."
"Why couldn't we?" demanded Fudge warmly. "All we'd have to do would be to go to the police and say: 'Come across with the reward and we'll lead you to your man!' That's all we'd have to do. Of course I could go to the police station and. ask what rewards are out, but, you see, that might make them suspicious. All they'd have to do would be to shadow us and find out about him and—bing!—good-night, reward!" Fudge shook his head. "We won't give them any chance to do us out of it. Well, so long. Going out to the field this afternoon?"
"Are you?"
Fudge nodded. "Guess so. Come on and watch
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