One after the other was turned inside out.
Not a scrap of paper could he find.
All the outside pockets had been gone through.
Then Carter turned his attention to those inside.
“Nothing!” he muttered.
It was disappointing.
But the detective was not downcast. He picked up the slouch hat and the beard, and examined them.
Inside the beard was stamped the word Dazian.
“That’s the name of the costumer,” Carter muttered, as he read that name.
There were no marks inside the hat.