One of the detectives stepped swiftly over to the automobile and produced an object from the back seat. He held it out toward the boy.
"What's this?" he asked.
Jack gasped.
"My fishing rod!"
"It's yours, is it? How did it get there if you've never seen the car before?"
CHAPTER III
Under Suspicion
For a moment after the detective's question there was dead silence. Jack Dodd stared at the fishing rod as though stupefied. Then, mechanically, he took it in his hands.
"Yes, it's mine, all right," he admitted. "I lost it."