"D'ye think it was stolen?" asked the policeman with startling intelligence.
"Well, it didn't fly of its own accord," was Peggy's rejoinder, delivered with blighting sarcasm.
The patrolman subsided.
"Maybe we can find it yet," suggested Jess.
"I'd like to know how," put in Jimsy disgustedly.
"Perhaps we can trace it. It must have been wheeled away."
"Ginger! That's so," cried Roy, snapping his fingers; "it would leave an odd track too, wouldn't it?"
"Well there's no harm in trying to trace it," admitted Jimsy, who appeared rather skeptical.
"Come on, then; get busy," urged Roy eagerly.
The next instant there came a cry from Peggy.