"Yes," replied Forrester. "I have taken very definite action since I left you."
"Drawn the money from the bank, I suppose."
"I certainly did not!" declared Forrester. "I went first to the police, and then engaged a private detective agency to look into the matter."
"What did the police say?" inquired Prentice.
"Oh, I guess it was the same old stuff," admitted Forrester. "Although they did say that they believed they had a clue at last."
"Well, I hope it is a better clue than some of the others they have pretended to discover. It is certainly time they did something. And what is your private detective going to do?"
"Not very much, I'm afraid," said Forrester. "He proposes to keep his eye on this mysterious oak, which I believe is just what all the detectives have done so far without results."
"Exactly," agreed Prentice. "But it is the first time, I think, that anyone has employed a private detective. Perhaps he will be more successful than the police. Well, here you are," he added, as he swung the car to the curb and stopped.
"Thank you for the lift," said Forrester, as he stepped out. "I'll let you know how my private detective gets on."
"Yes, do," urged Prentice. "I should certainly like to get some revenge for the money those people took from me. I suppose I shall see you at the club as usual tomorrow."