“Then we will test the possibility of the first,” Grover beckoned to Roger.
“Telephone downstairs for a taxi, and meanwhile, plug in the telephone in the screening room for me.”
When Roger had summoned a night-hawk car, his cousin reported his own activity.
“I got the night-watchman at the Bizarre Theatre, where the animal act finishes its engagement tonight,” he said. “The white rats and dogs, and several monkeys are quartered at a pet shop near the theatre. There is a kangaroo, and it stays in a stable. Here is the address, Roger. I want you to talk to the keeper, or some stable attendant who can say when the animal was taken out and when returned.”
Roger, when the taxi arrived, sped to his task.
He found a sleepy attendant, surprised at the time, so near dawn, for a visit from a young fellow who wanted details about the kangaroo.
“She ain’t been out this night,” the youth assured Roger.
“How about last night? Or the night before?”
“Neither time.”
“Oh, but she must have been.”