“In your trunk?”
Phil nodded.
“How did it get there?”
“I had left my trunk open after placing some things in it. When I went out to watch Teddy’s mule act I was in such a hurry that I forgot all about the trunk. When I came back, there it lay, near the end—”
“Somebody put it there!” exploded the showman.
“Yes.”
“But who? Find that out for me—let me know who the man is and you’ll hear an explosion in this outfit that will raise the big top right off the ground.”
“Leave it to me, Mr. Sparling, I’ll find him.”
The owner laughed harshly.
“How?”