Fenton Hardy nodded.
"I've just been talking to the secretary of the Automobile Club. He telephoned me a short time ago. The thieves cut loose in earnest this evening."
"Did they steal another car?"
"Two. They made off with a new Buick that was parked down on Oak Street, and then they stole a truck from one of the wholesale companies."
"Can you beat that!" breathed Joe. "Two more gone!"
"They were taken within a few minutes of each other, evidently. The reports reached the police station almost at the same time. The truck mightn't have been missed until morning, but one of the wholesale company employees was coming home and he recognized it as it was driven away. He thought it rather suspicious, so he went on up to the company garage and found the truck had disappeared."
The brothers looked at one another.
"A truck and a pleasure car!" exclaimed Frank. "Why, that must have been—"
The same thought had struck Joe.
"The two cars that passed us on the Shore Road! What time were they stolen, Dad?"