“Do you know any of the details?”
“No, nothing more. I will get them for you.”
“I will not trouble you. I will look them up for myself.”
“Do you know anything about the case?”
“No more than you,” Chick replied evasively.
He then hung up the receiver and started for Harlem to interview Michael Hanlon, and in search for more definite evidence.
Very little could be found, however, nor could Hanlon impart much information. He stated that the casket had been stolen from a storeroom in the basement of his establishment, and the wagon from a stable back of the building, both occupying a lot adjoining his residence.
The stable opened upon a side street, however, and the wagon evidently had been drawn out and taken away with a horse belonging to the thieves, his own not having been removed from its stall.
“If it had been, Mr. Carter, I should have heard the rascals,” Hanlon declared, after imparting the foregoing facts. “I would have heard the hoofs on the floor.”
“That probably is the only reason why the crooks brought a horse of their own and drew out the wagon quietly,” said Chick.