“Oh, I’m glad you’re going to get your car back! Callie exclaimed.
“But I haven’t got any money,” Chet groaned.
“Who’s the man?” Frank demanded.
There was another long pause before Chet answered. Then, looking at the waiting group before him, he announced simply, “Smuff. Oscar Smuff !”
His listeners gasped in astonishment. This was the last thing they expected to hear. The detective was selling information as to where Chet would find his missing jalopy!
“Why, that cheap so-and-so!” Joe cried out angrily.
Chet explained that Smuff had said he was not in business for his health. He had to make a living and any information which he dug up as a detective should be properly paid for.
Frank shrugged. “I suppose Smuff has a point there. How much does he want for the information, Chet?”
“His fee is twenty-five dollars!”
“What!” the others cried out.