The matter was talked over, and a telegram was sent to the senator. This had hardly been done when a youth of about Dave's age came into the station house.
"I want to know if it's true that our house at Hemson has been robbed," he said, somewhat excitedly.
"Who are you?" asked the chief.
"I am Roger Morr, the son of Senator Morr."
"It is true, the house was robbed. We have just recovered this valise full of stuff."
"Well, I never!" cried Roger Morr. "How did it all happen?"
The senator's son was told and he turned quickly to Dave with a warm smile on his handsome face.
"That was clever of you," he said, with an emphatic nod. "You caught him on the fly, didn't you?"
"Yes, but he got away," answered Dave. He smiled, too, for there was something about the other boy that pleased him, he was so frank and open.
"What else did he get?"
"Some diamond rings, I believe. We are not sure yet."
"I hope those policemen run the rascal down," went on Roger Morr. "Such a fellow ought to serve a term in prison."
"They ought to be able to locate him. I don't
