“Yes⁠—and say, Joe! We didn’t take much time to look around when that roadster was found, did we?”

“What was the use? The roadster was there and Chet got it back.”

“No, but the man who stole the car had been there too. Perhaps he left some clue.”

Joe slapped his knee with an open hand.

“I never thought of that, Frank. Let’s go right back there now.”

“Come on.”

Eagerly, the Hardy boys dashed over to their motorcycles. In a few minutes they were speeding through the streets of Bayport, out toward the woods where Chet Morton’s roadster had been abandoned.