'We've rented a small house just outside the city,' Slim went on. 'It's cheap
and the neighborhood is kind of bad, but we'll have to get along.'
Frank and Joe admired Slim. There was no false pride about him. He faced
the facts as they came, and made the best of them. 'But if Dad doesn't get a
job, it will mean that I'll have to go to work full time.'
'Why, Slim-you'd have to quit school!' Joe cried out.
'I can't help that. I wouldn't want to, for you know I was trying for a
scholarship. But-'
The brothers realized how much it would mean to their chum if he had to
leave school. Perry Robinson was an ambitious boy and one of the top ten in
his class. He had always wanted to continue his studies and go on to a
university, and his teachers had predicted a brilliant career for him as an
engineer. Now it seemed that all his ambitions for a high school diploma and
a college education would have to be given up because of this misfortune.
Frank put an arm around Slim's shoulders. 'Chin up,' he said with a warm
smile. 'Joe and I are going to plug away at this affair until we get to the
bottom of it!'
'It's mighty good of you fellows,' Slim said gratefully. 'I won't forget it in a
hurry.' He tried to smile, but it was evident that the boy was deeply worried.
When he walked away it was not with the light, carefree step which the
Hardys associated with him.
'What's the first move, Frank?' Joe asked.
'We'd better get a full description of those jewels. Perhaps the thief tried to
pawn them. Let's try all the pawnshops and see what we can find out.'
'Good idea, even if the police have already done it.' Frank grinned. Then he
sobered. 'Do you think Applegate will give us a list?'
'We won't have to ask him. Dad should have that information.'
'Let's find out right now.'
When the boys returned home, they found their father waiting for them. 'I
have news for you,' he said. 'Your theory about the wrecked auto being
stolen has been confirmed. Collig phoned just now and told me the true
ownership had been traced by the engine number. Car belongs to a man over
in Thornton.'
'Good. That's one more strike against the thief,' Joe declared.
But a moment later the boys met with disappointment when they asked their
father for a list of the stolen jewels.
'I'm willing to give you all the information I have,' said Fenton Hardy, 'but
I'm afraid it won't be of much use. Furthermore, I'll bet I can tell just what
you're going to do.'
'What?'
'Make the rounds of the pawnshops to see if any of the jewels have been
turned in.'
The Hardy boys looked at each other in amazement. 'I might have guessed,'
said Frank.
Their father smiled. 'Not an hour after I was called in on the case I had a full
description of all those jewels in every pawnshop in the city. More than that,
the description has been sent to jewelry firms and pawnshops in other cities
near here, and also the New York police. Here's a duplicate list if you want it,
but you'll just be wasting time calling at the shops. All the dealers are on the
lookout for the jewels.'
Mechanically, Frank took the list. 'And I thought it was such a bright idea!'
'It is a bright idea. But it has been used before. Most jewel robberies are
solved in just this manner-by tracing the thief when he tries to get rid of the
gems.'
'Well,' said Joe gloomily, 'I guess that plan is all shot to pieces. Come on,
Frank. We'll think of something else.'
'Out for the reward?' asked Mr. Hardy, chuckling.
'Yes. And we'll get it, too!'
'I hope you do. But you can't ask me to help you any more than I've done.
It's my case, too, remember. So from now on, you boys and I are rivals I'
'It's a go!'
'More power to you!' Mr. Hardy smiled and returned to his desk.
He had a sheaf of reports from shops and agencies in various parts of the
state, through which he had been trying to trace the stolen jewels and
securities, but in every case the report was the same. There had been no lead
to the gems or the bonds taken from Tower Mansion.
When the boys left their father's study they went outside and sat on the
back-porch steps.
'What shall we do now?' asked Joe.
'I don't know. Dad sure took the wind out of our sails that time, didn't he?'
'I'll say he did. But it was just as well. He saved us a lot of trouble.'
'Yes, we might have been going around in circles,' Frank conceded.
Joe wagged his head. 'It looks as if Dad has the inside track on the case-in
the city, anyway.'
'What have you got in mind?' Joe asked.
'To concentrate on the country. We started out to find the thief because he
stole Chet's car. Let's start all over again from that point.'
'Meaning?'
'Mr. Red Wig may have come back to the woods expecting to use Chet's car
again, and-'
'Frank, you're a genius! You figure the guy may have left a clue by
accident'
'Exactly.'
Fired with enthusiasm once more, the brothers called to Mrs. Hardy where
they were going, then set off on their motorcycles. After parking them at the
picnic site, the brothers once more set off for the isolated spot where the
jalopy had been hidden.
Everything looked the same as it had before, but Frank and Joe examined the
ground carefully for new footprints. They found none, but Joe pointed out
six-inch circular marks at regular intervals.
'They're just the size of a man's stride,' he remarked, 'and I didn't notice
them before.'
'I didn't either,' said Frank. 'Do you suppose that thief tied pads onto his
shoes to keep him from making footprints?'
'Let's see where they lead.'
The boys followed the circular marks through the thicket. They had not gone
far when their eyes lighted up with excitement.
'Another due!' Joe yelled. 'And this time a swell one!'
