The lawyer laughed outright at this.
“If we knew,” he said, “we’d have him in jail But we don’t know. We thought that, perhaps, the one who came for the reward might know.”
“If you think that,” Clay exclaimed, flushing with anger, “if you think I stole them, I will return the reward!”
“We don’t think so,” explained the lawyer. “If we did we’d have had a policeman here. Well, there’s your money. I’m busy!”
The boys went out into the hall and took the elevator without another word being said. The lawyer’s mood had been more preoccupied and not so friendly at the last.
“There is something queer about it!” Jule said, as they took a Madison street-car. “Lookout there!”
A young man who was running for the car slipped and came near falling under the wheels as the boy started up in his seat and involuntarily called out.
“That was a close call!” Clay exclaimed.
“But he got on,” Jule said. “There he is, on the back of the car.”
“Why,” Clay whispered, “I saw that man in the lower hall when we went up to the lawyer’s office, and again when we came down. See that scar on his cheek? Looks as if he had been wounded there. Well, I noticed that both times.”