“I don’t know about his rights,” said the jeweler, “but the fact remains that he has skipped out. He may have taken the cups and jewelry with him for all I know. The police say he was a sort of ‘fence’ through which stolen property was often disposed of. He’s been arrested several times, but nothing could be proved against him.”
“What did you do?” asked Sid.
“The police in Munroe promised to try and trace him. I’m going to have circulars printed, too, and sent to other cities, asking for news of this pawnbroker.”
“Say, this is tough, to almost get the stuff and then lose it!” remarked Phil. “It’s a good thing we didn’t tell the Boxer Hall lads.”
“That’s what,” declared Tom.
“Fellows, I’ve got an idea!” exclaimed Sid.
“Chain it so it doesn’t get away,” advised Frank.
“I say let’s go to that Mexican’s shack, and see if we can get anything out of him,” went on Sid. “We got on the trail there, and he must be mixed up in it some way. Come on, Mr. Farson, you’ve got a right to question him.”
“I believe I will!” decided the jeweler, and he followed the lads toward the shack, through the lengthening shadows.