"No key?"
"No."
"How, then?"
"The lock was wrenched off with an iron bar and the switch wedged fast, so there could be no doubt about what would happen. It might have happened to some other car not belonging to us, though it was a pretty safe gamble that it would catch one of ours."
"I thought as much," nodded Phil. "But perhaps its just as well."
"What do you mean by that?" questioned the showman sharply.
"That the railroad folks will do what the police are too lazy to do."
"What?"
"Get after the fellow who did it," suggested Phil wisely.
"That's so! That's so! I hadn't thought of it in that light before. You've got a long head, my boy. You always have had, for that matter as long as I have known you, so it stands to reason that you must always have been that way."