“I’d like to go back to the place where we saw the wrecked car. You never know what evidence we might find. There might be something there that would identify the chap.”

“I’m with you. Let’s go this morning.”

So within the hour the boys were on their motorcycles, speeding along the shore road toward the place where the speed fiend’s car had been wrecked in the bushes.

“I’d certainly like to do something to help clear Mr. Robinson,” said Frank. “It’s pretty tough on Slim and his mother and sisters.”

“We probably won’t be able to do very much. If Dad can’t clear him, I don’t think we can help a great deal. But it’s worth while trying.”

“It sure is. And I’ve had a hunch all along that we didn’t investigate the wreck of that car closely enough.”

“Well, we’ll make a thorough job of it this time.”