“Where’s the stuff now?” asked the chief detective, sharply.
Hogan laughed.
“Where do you s’pose?” he asked. “Think I can afford to carry Swiss watches with gold faces, or ladies’ bracelets? I look like it; don’t I?”
Truly he did not, being most disreputable in appearance.
“Did you pawn it?” asked the other officer.
“Yes, and precious little I got out of it. You can have the tickets if you like. I’ll never redeem ’em,” and he tossed a bunch of pawn tickets over to Reggie, who caught them wonderingly.
“Are—er—are these stubs for the things?” he asked. “How can I get them back?”
“By paying whatever the pawnbrokers advanced on the goods,” answered Pop Dutton, who looked quickly over the tickets. He knew most of the places where the goods had been disposed of.
“I’ll be glad to do that,” went on the young man. “I’m much obliged to you, my good fellow.”