The chief of police listened attentively, made notes of several statements which George made and then said, “We shall do our best for you. The trouble is that stolen cars frequently are mutilated or repainted or something is done to them which prevents an owner from recognizing his own property.”
“My father too is sending out word about the car,” suggested George.
“That’s right, that’s the only thing to do. It’s one of the things you never can tell about. You may find the car in a country garage, or in a big city, or you may not find it at all.”
“Don’t you think we’ll find it?” demanded George.
“I cannot say. Have you offered a reward for its recovery?”
“I don’t know,” admitted George. “My father has charge of that. If he has offered a reward he hasn’t told me about it.”
“Yes, I see,” said the chief slowly, looking sternly at George as he spoke. “There may be reasons why he doesn’t want to tell you about it.”
“What reasons?” demanded George.
“If you don’t know I shan’t tell you.”
“Do you think we took the car?” demanded George hotly.