the manufacturer; and there, for the time being, the matter rested.
During the day two more detectives appeared and went over the ground, as the other officials had done. One thought he saw in the robbery the hand of a criminal known as Red Andrews.
"This is just the way Red Andrews would go at a job," said the detective. "He was sent up for robbing a private banker some years ago, and he got out two months ago. He was in New York—I saw him on Fifth Avenue, not far from the Carwith mansion. He may have heard about the jewels there. I am going to look for him." And he departed on a hunt for Red Andrews.
It was not until two days later that Roger came back to Crumville. His face showed his disappointment.
"Such mean luck!" he exclaimed, when he met Dave, Phil, and Ben. "I went to four towns, looking for Hooker Montgomery, and at last I found out that he had left the east several days ago."
"Where did he go to?" questioned our hero.
"The folks I met couldn't tell exactly, but they thought to visit a rich aunt in the far west."
This was a great disappointment, for they had hoped to learn much more concerning the plans of Jasniff and Merwell, from the fake doctor.
