“Oh!” said Callie, shocked. “Chet, that’s a shame.”
“Was he heading for Bayport?” Joe asked.
“Yes, and at the speed he was making the poor Queen travel, you’ll never catch him.”
Chet groaned. “I just remembered that the gas gauge wasn’t working. I guess the car had more gas in it than I thought. No telling where that guy may take my Queen.”
“We’d better go to police headquarters,” Frank suggested. “Callie, will you describe this man?”
“All I saw,” she answered, “was a blur, but the man did have red hair.”
“Red hair!” Frank fairly shouted. “Joe, do you think he could be the same man we saw? The one who wrecked his own car?”
Joe wagged his head. “Miracles do happen. Maybe he wasn’t hurt very much and walked to Chet’s house.”
“And helped himself to my car!” Chet added.
Frank snapped his fingers. “Say! Maybe the wrecked car didn’t belong to that fellow-“