Suddenly Connie paused, staring at a man in the audience.
“Veve, look over there!”
“I can’t hear you,” answered Veve. “The band is making too much noise.”
“Look over in the fifth row of seats!” exclaimed Connie in a louder voice. “Doesn’t that man look like Pickpocket Joe?”
Veve turned to stare at the spectator.
“Why, it does look a little like him,” she agreed. “Only I can’t see him very well because of the bright lights.”
“Let’s find Clem Gregg right away,” proposed Connie. She was very excited now.
“But are you sure it’s Pickpocket Joe, Connie? If we made a mistake, Mr. Gregg might be annoyed at us for bothering him.”
Connie gazed again at the man who was watching the ring acts.
“I’m not real sure,” she admitted.