“I think so.”
“Was it a yellow one, of a kind of leather that looked like walrus hide, and did it have two leather handles, and brass clips in the shape of lions’ heads?”
“Yes—that’s exactly how Hogan described it,” said Pop. “But—why——”
“And would you remember the name of the station at which the robbery took place?” asked Joe. “That is if you heard it?”
“I think so.”
“Was it Fairfield?”
“That’s it! Why, Joe, what does this mean? How did you know all this? What is Hogan to you?”
“Nothing much, Pop, unless he proves to be the fellow who took the stuff I was accused of taking,” answered Joe, trying to speak calmly. “Do you know where we could find this man again?”
“You mean Hogan?”