“That’s so. What you’re thinking of, too, I suppose, is Mr. King’s property?”
“That’s it. Of course this boy thief has disposed of it, but if I get him cornered right he may be glad to tell where it is.”
Dave relapsed into thought, laying out his plans as to the boy in the auto ahead. Hiram had never been in an automobile before. He gave himself up to the enjoyment of the invigorating breeze and the rapid spin.
“Say,” he broke out finally, as a new thought struck him, “that boy you’re after looked pretty finely dressed up, didn’t he?”
“It seems so,” responded Dave.
“And hiring an automobile, too. He must have lots of money.”
“Stolen, probably,” said Dave.
The chauffeur seemed to thoroughly understand his business. He kept the blue car always in view, but progressed so as not to awaken any suspicion that he was following it.
Genoa was about twenty miles distant. The blue car did not proceed very fast. It stopped at a little town on the way. Its passenger smoked a great many cigarettes, and seemed enjoying an easy, luxurious ride.
Dave’s car kept near to the blue auto as they reached the outskirts of Genoa. Finally the blue car halted in front of a hotel. Its passenger leaped to the curb, took out a roll of banknotes, and ostentatiously paid the chauffeur.