mind?â Joe asked.
âTo concentrate on the country. We started out to find the thief because he stole Chetâs car. Letâs start all over again from that point.â
âMeaning?â
âMr. Red Wig may have come back to the woods expecting to use Chetâs car again, andââ
âFrank, youâre a genius! You figure the guy may have left a clue by accident.â
âExactly.â
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.
Frank and Joe examined the circular marks
âTheyâre just the size of a manâs stride,â he remarked, âand I didnât notice them before.â
âI didnât either,â said Frank. âDo you suppose that thief tied pads onto his shoes to keep him from making footprints?â
âLetâs see where they lead.â
The boys followed the circular marks through the thicket. They had not gone far when their eyes lighted up with excitement.
âAnother clue!â Joe yelled. âAnd this time a swell one!â
CHAPTER IX
Rival Detectives
âMAYBE,â Frank said with a grin, âDad will take us into his camp when he sees these!â
âJust a minute,â Joe spoke up. âI thought we were rivals now, and you and I have to solve this mystery alone to earn the reward.â
Frank held up a manâs battered felt hat and an old jacket. âIf these belong to that thief, I think weâve earned the money already!â
He felt through the pockets of the jacket, but they were empty. âNo clue here,â he said.
âThis hat has a label, thoughâNew York City store,â said Joe.
âAnd the coat, too,â Frank added. âSame shop. Well, one thing is sure. If they do belong to the thief, he never meant to leave them. The labels are a dead giveaway.â
âHe must have been frightened off,â Joe concluded. âMaybe when he found that Chetâs jalopy was gone, he felt heâd better scram, and forgot the coat and hat.â
âWhat Iâd like to know,â Frank said, âis whether some hairs from that red wig may be in the hat.â
Joe grinned. âBright boy.â He carried the hat to a spot where the sunlight filtered down through the trees and looked intently at the inside, even turning down the band. âYowee! Success!â he yelled.
Frank gazed at two short strands of red hair. They looked exactly like those in the wig which the boys had found.
Joe sighed. âI guess weâll have to tell Dad about this. He has the wig.â
âRight.â
Frank and Joe hurried home, clutching their precious clues firmly. Mr. Hardy was still in his study when his sons returned. The detective looked up, frankly surprised to see them home so soon. There was the suspicion of a twinkle in his eyes.
âWhat! More clues!â he exclaimed. âYouâre really on the job.â
âYou bet we have more clues!â cried Frank eagerly. He told the boysâ story and laid the hat and jacket on a table. âWeâre turning these over to you.â
âBut I thought you two were working on this case as my rivals.â
âTo tell the truth,â said Frank, âwe donât know what to do with the clue weâve found. It leads to New York City.â
Mr. Hardy leaned forward in his desk chair as Frank pointed out the labels and the two strands of red hair.
âAnd besides,â Frank went on, âI guess the only way to prove that the thief owns these clothes is by comparing the hairs in the hat with
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