Street who, when questioned, said that he had seen such a car as Mr. Wells's about five blocks east, where Washington and Walnut Streets come together, not longer ago than five minutes. There were two persons in it, and the car was not being driven more than, possibly, twenty miles an hour. Mr. Wells had gone out Walnut Street and found the car with one front wheel on the sidewalk, the mud-guard on that side torn off, and the radiator stove in. There was no one about. The car wasn't very badly damaged, it was said, but Mr. Wells was awfully mad about it. It was down in Plummer's Garage, and Ned could see it if he wanted to. Kewpie had seen it. It looked fierce, but maybe it wouldn't cost more than a hundred dollars to fix it up again!
"Know who did it?" asked Ned.
"Me? I'll say I don't!" Kewpie laughed relievedly. "I guess it was professional automobile thieves, all right, though. They were probably heading for Windsor. That's a dark corner up there, and I guess they lost the road and turned too quick. They must have lost their nerve, for Mr. Wells drove the car down to the garage and it went all right, they say. Guess
