“Joe! Come here, quick! I’ve found something!”

There was no mistaking the excitement in Frank’s voice. Joe lost no time in scrambling through the bushes until he reached his brother’s side.

Frank was standing in the midst of a thicket, holding up something red and bushy.

It was a wig!

“The red wig!” exclaimed Joe, his eyes widening.

“Not only the wig,” replied Frank. “But this⁠—” and he bent over to pick up a battered hat from the ground. “And this!” Whereupon he picked up a worn coat.

“They belong to the crook!”

“It couldn’t have been anyone else. He must have disguised himself here and left the wig and things in the bush when he abandoned the car.”