“This was dropped by the man who cut the wire,” Sydney mused aloud, “and this face may help us find him.”
“You are so mysterious, Syd,” cried Phil impatiently; “how can that girl’s face help us? There is probably no likeness between it and the culprit. It’s the face of his sweetheart, undoubtedly.”
“Yes, but the fact that her face is here will cause him to try to regain it,” Sydney answered assuredly.
“Do you believe that Lazar would recognize the face in the locket?” Phil questioned. “I might show it to him without telling him of the noise I heard before finding it.”
“That’s what I was about to suggest,” replied Sydney; “the man who did the act is an enemy of Lazar’s; he may recognize the girl.”
Phil immediately sought Lazar.
“Come in.” Lazar’s voice answered the knock on his stateroom door.
“Oh, it’s you, is it?” he said discourteously, without rising. “Well, what do you want here?”
Phil was confounded.
“I have a locket here which I found in the handling room yesterday while I was working on the cars,” he began hesitatingly.