“Business must be pretty good that he can afford to stay there,” thought the lad. “Of course the board isn’t so very expensive, but I always thought these organ grinders had to sleep under hay stacks and beg their food in order to get along. But there he is!”
The Italian seemed to know Bob, or at least remember him, for he nodded in friendly fashion as the flivver chugged past.
“He’s taking a day off from grinding,” thought the young sleuth, for he had sight of neither the monkey nor the organ.
Arriving at the house of Tom Shan, Bob was met by the farmer’s wife who said:
“He isn’t here!”
“Who?” asked the youth.
“Hiram,” was the answer. “He’s much better now and he’s gone back to his cabin.”
“That’s good!” exclaimed Bob. “I’ll go on over there to talk to him. How did he get back? I sort of figured on coming after him.”
“Oh, Tom hitched up and took him over this morning. Hiram is much better. He says his head is all clear now.”
“Then can he remember what happened—I mean when he was robbed in his strong room?” asked Bob.