"Wait a minute," answered the officer.
Bending down he picked some object off the floor and examined it under the rays of the lantern. An exclamation of surprise and wonder fell from his lips.
"Vat it iss?" queried Carl.
"Here's the biggest kind of a find!" was the response. "Thunder! this must be my lucky night."
"How you figger dot?"
"This is a canvas bag."
"Yah, I see dot, aber it ditn't pelong by Matt und it don'd dell us nodding aboudt vere he vas."
"It's marked 'Hartz & Greer, Jewelers,'" went on the policeman, his voice shaking with excitement. "That's a firm doing business right here in South Chicago, and their store was burglarized mysteriously a little more than a week ago. Some fifteen thousand dollars' worth of jewelry and diamonds were taken, and this," the officer shook the canvas bag, "this is the first clue any one has found to the robbers!"
"Shiminy Grismus!" muttered Carl. "Dis must haf peen der blace vere der t'ieves hat deir hang-oudt. Aber dot don'd got some interest for me. Vat I vant to know iss, vere iss Modor Matt? Dis pitzness iss gedding on my nerfs aboudt like dot odder time ven he tissabeared schust pefore der cup race. Shtick der pag in your bocket, officer, und led's haf some looks at der pack yardt."
The policeman, now wrapped heart and soul in the hunt, put the bag away in the breast of his coat.