Joe came over to where he was standing, and Frank plucked something from the front seat of the wrecked car.

“Red hair!”

In his hand Frank held a small tuft of vivid red hair. It was very coarse in texture, and the surprising part of it was that the hairs were not separate but were attached to a sort of tough linen.

“Why, it’s part of a wig!” said Frank, examining the hair more closely.

“You’re right,” agreed his brother. “No human hair ever grew like that.”

“Part of the fellow’s wig was torn when the car was smashed up!”

“And that explains why Harrity and his witness couldn’t agree on the color of the fellow’s hair!” exclaimed Joe, in excitement.