“Was that car stolen?” inquired Fred.
“We suspect that it was,” replied the manager. “We have had half a dozen inquiries recently about stolen cars and though I cannot tell you more we have reason to believe that this is one of them. My advice to you is to stop on your way back home at a garage managed by Egge and Hatch.”
“What are their names?” demanded Grant blankly.
“Egge and Hatch,” repeated the manager. “I know another automobile concern which is run by Waite and Barrett.”
“Wait and Bear-it,” laughed Fred. “That’s a good name. That would do for a lot of other concerns besides garages, wouldn’t it?”
“It would be a better name for the men who leave their automobiles there to be repaired,” suggested Grant.
The boys were now convinced that the car they had inspected was not the one they had lost. There was nothing more to be done unless they visited every garage in the city.
“And I don’t think there will be much use even in that, just now,” suggested the manager.
“Come on then, fellows, we’ll go back to the hotel,” said George.
“But I don’t want to go back to the hotel,” said Grant. “I want to go somewhere else.”