“Why, it was a roadster this fellow drove up to my office in!” cried Ike Harrity. “A yellow roadster.”

“Ha!” said Detective Smuff. “A clue!” He immediately fished a notebook out of his pocket and began rummaging around for a pencil.

“Never mind, Detective Smuff,” observed the chief heavily. “I’ll take any notes that are needed.”

Detective Smuff, duly squelched, put back his notebook in confusion.

“What fellow?” Frank asked. “Who drove up to your office in a yellow roadster?”

“The holdup man,” declared Harrity. “I was held up this morning. A fellow tried to steal the steamboat money on me.”