“What does he mean?” asked Paul.
“I don’t know,” Walter answered. “Tell us, Jack. Can you see through the puzzle?”
“Part of it. Don’t you see? These tickets—some railroad and the others for theatres and opera houses—they’re counterfeit—bogus—no good! They’re just like those that girl in the Spinning Wheel tea room bought. Don’t you remember, she purchased two of a couple of young fellows. It was thought at the time they might have been the ones who went off with Cora’s auto. Now we reverse the process. We find the bundle of tickets that dropped out of Cora’s car, and we see two men running away in it. They’re the same ones, or in the same gang, I haven’t a doubt. It’s up to us to get after them.”
“You seem to have struck it,” commented Walter. “Do you mean these men have gone into the business of counterfeiting tickets on as big a scale as this?”
“I’m thinking that,” Jack answered. “You see it wouldn’t pay to print a few tickets. They’d have to make a whole lot of them, and in the case of theatrical coupons, sell them quickly, for the fraud would soon be discovered. Railroad tickets might take a little longer to prove invalid, for they would have to go to the head offices, and there the railroad men could tell by the consecutive numbers that there was duplication somewhere. And the tickets would have to be pretty well distributed—only a few in each city.”
“That’s what they wanted of Cora’s auto,” suggested Paul. “They wanted to cover a big area.”
“Yes,” Jack went on. “And they probably have accomplices in many places. Once the tickets were printed, they had to distribute them over a wide territory. Boys, I think we’ve discovered a daring band of ticket-counterfeiters.”
“But where do they do their work—their printing?” asked Walter.
“Why not in the cave?” asked Jack. “It would be the most natural place around here.”
“What’s the matter with looking in that shack where the auto came from?” asked Paul, nodding back toward the field against a hill in which the shed was built.