“Hello, boys!” called out the chief, in his cheery way. “What is the good word to-day?”
“We are up a stump,” replied Old King Brady.
“How so?”
“You know that mysterious Fifteenth street fire and murder?”
“Yes.”
“We can’t get a clew beyond this lace handkerchief.”
“Indeed!” exclaimed the chief. “Well, that is something. Let me see the handkerchief.”
Old King Brady placed a hand in his pocket for the handkerchief.
To his surprise it was not there.
“Oh, I recall,” he said, “I left that handkerchief in the room at our lodging house. Do you remember, Harry?”