Several policemen now came up on motorcycles, and Joe again told his story.
“My friend is still after the crook down the street,” he said, as finishing words.
“All right,” one of the officers replied, as if he believed. “Suppose we go down the street and investigate. I’ll get in the car with you.”
Joe, glad of the chance to prove that he had told the truth, did as directed.
A little farther down they pulled up beside the crowd that had gathered at the spot where Bob had caught the criminal.
“There they are,” pointed out Joe, as he saw his friend, a policeman, and Tim Donnahan making their way to a telephone.
“Bob did get him,” observed Joe, overwhelmed with joy.
The car was stopped beside them, and a short discussion was held.
Bob was asked to tell his story, and the policemen noted that it exactly coincided with that told by the other boy.
“Looks like a clear case on you,” one of the officers said to Tim Donnahan, but the man remained silent.