One night at eleven o'clock Dick answered the home telephone. He listened in amazement, then tried to find out who his informant was, but the latter rang off promptly.
"I believe that is straight," muttered Dick. "At all events, I'll look into this game for all it's worth. What if we are about to catch the thief red-handed?"
Snatching up a heavy walking stick, Dick Prescott hurriedly quitted the house.
CHAPTER XXIII
The Plight of the Innocent
If the information that had come over the wire from an unknown was correct there was not a moment to be lost in telephoning.
It was a masculine voice that had sounded in the 'phone and the message was to the effect that the sender of the message had just observed two men forcing the rear entrance of Kahn's drygoods store.
"And hearing that 'The Blade' is trying to catch the burglars
I thought I'd just let you know," the voice had continued. "But
I guess you'll have to be quick if you want a sight of the burglars.
They'll probably get away in quick order."
Then had come the ring-off, just as Dick had tried to get the name of his informant.
Now Dick was sprinting toward the scene by the shortest route that he could think of.