"I'll look for Tom Basnett," said the detective. "This looks like one of his jobs."
"I don't care whose job it is—I want the jewels back," said Mr. Wadsworth, wearily. He had not slept since the crime had been committed.
"Mr. Wadsworth, Phil and I would like to talk to you in private," said Dave, when he could get the chance.
"You have some clew, Dave?"
"Well, I want to tell you something, and then you can judge for yourself."
"Very well, come with me," answered the manufacturer, and led the way to a little side-room, used by the salesmen for exhibiting wares to possible customers.
"I want to tell you all about something that happened early in the winter, while I was at Oak Hall," said Dave. And then he told of how he had called on the fake doctor, Hooker Montgomery, and how he had been attacked from behind and made a prisoner, and carried off to a house in the woods, the particulars of which have already been set down in "Dave Porter and His Rivals."
"The fellows who carried me off were the doctor and the driver, who was only a tool, and two fellows who have caused me a lot of trouble in the past, Nick Jasniff and Link Merwell," went on our hero. "When I got away I tried to
