"About five blocks that way," said Clint.
"Cannister was the name on the door," explained Amy.
"If you thought the men in the automobile were burying something why didn't you find out what it was after they had gone?"
"We didn't think that until we got here and heard about the burglary. We didn't know what they were doing. It was dark and we had no matches. After they had gone we did sort of feel around there to see if we could find anything, but we couldn't."
"What time was it?"
"I suppose it was about four o'clock. We couldn't see our watches."
The Chief held a hand across the desk. "Let me see yours," he said.
"See what, sir?" asked Clint.
"Your watch." Clint took it off and laid it in the Chief's hand. It was a plain and inexpensive gold watch and was quite evidently far from new. The Chief examined it, opened the back and read the number, and referred to a slip of paper beside him. Then he asked for Amy's and smiled as Amy passed him his nickel timepiece.
"All right," he said, returning them. "What did those two men look like?"