“I guess that is another clew,” said our hero. “Let us look around some more.”
“I’m going for the train now,” said the senator’s son, a little later. “And as soon as I find Hooker Montgomery I’ll let you know.”
“Yes, and make him come here, whether he wants to or not,” cried Dave.
“You leave that to me,” answered Roger, grimly.
Oliver Wadsworth had been interviewing a private detective, and soon the man left, stating he thought he could lay his hands on the guilty parties.
“I’ll look for Tom Basnett,” said the detective. “This looks like one of his jobs.”
“I don’t care whose job it is—I want the jewels back,” said Mr. Wadsworth, wearily. He had not slept since the crime had been committed.
“Mr. Wadsworth, Phil and I would like to talk to you in private,” said Dave, when he could get the chance.
“You have some clew, Dave?”
“Well, I want to tell you something, and then you can judge for yourself.”