For Russ, with a dejected look on his face, was crossing the pavement toward the cab.
"It—it's gone," he said brokenly. "Simp Wolley was here a half-hour ago and got it!"
"But how could he?" asked Alice in surprise. "Who gave it to him?"
"Mr. Burton. There was a forged order, supposed to be from me, and the machinist handed over the model," and Russ extended a crumpled and grimy bit of paper.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE PURSUIT
"How did it happen, Russ?"
"Where have the men gone with the model?"
"Can't you get some trace of them?"