"I've got news!" he cried, as he took the steps two at a time, and swung into a chair.
"About the necklace?" demanded Miss Carlton, immediately.
"Yes. From our detectives. They have spotted a gas-station that sold a can of gasoline to a red-headed fellow who said he wanted it for an airplane."
"Really, Ralph!" exclaimed Linda, scornfully. "You don't call that news, do you? There must be plenty of red-haired pilots in our part of the country."
"I know. But that isn't all. This agent carried the gas over in his car to a field where the plane was waiting, and he says there was another chap in it who answered the description of our thief."
"Was the plane a Waco?" questioned Linda, keenly.
"The fellow wasn't sure, but when Greer described it, he thought it was."
"And is that all?" Miss Carlton's tone showed disappointment.
"'Is that all?'" repeated Ralph, in amazement. "Why, that's plenty!"
"I don't see how that will help you to catch your thief," remarked the woman.