"Nope."
"Then how did you know that that particular morning was the right morning to hide the other two stolen articles in Prescott's trunk?"
"I heard, on the street, what was happenin'," declared Tip, confidently. "So I knew 'twas the right time ter do the rest of the trick."
At last Hemingway gave up the attempt to learn the name of the party with whom Tip had been talking in Stetson's Alley on this night. Then Tip was led away to a cell.
"Come on, fellows," muttered Dick to his chums. "Since Tip is under arrest, anyway, and has confessed, and since the whole thing is bound to become public, I want to run down to 'The Blade' office, find Len Spencer, and send him up here to get the whole, straight story. With this yarn printed I can go back to school in the morning!"
"Now, see here, Dick," expostulated Dave Darrin, as the three chums hurried along the street, "in the station house you told the police you didn't get a look at the other fellow's face."
"Well, that was straight," Prescott asserted.
"Do you mean to say you don't know who the fellow was—-you really don't?" persisted Dave Darrin.
"I don't know," Dick declared flatly.
"You've a suspicion, just the same," asserted Greg Holmes, dryly.