"A man was running it. He was here yesterday, too."
"Did you see who he took out yesterday?" went on Dick, growing interested.
"He came twice. Once he had a lady and a gent for passengers. They came out of that alleyway, just as you did."
"When was this?"
"Just about supper time."
Dick ran down the street in the direction the automobile had taken. He could see no signs of the machine, and presently returned to the back yard where he had left Tom, There the pair were joined by Sam.
"We were too late—they got away!" said Dick, with something like a groan in his voice.
"But not too late for Tad Sobber to leave me his card!" muttered Tom, putting his hand to the cut on his forehead.
"We'll have to have that tended to, Tom," said Dick, kindly.
"Oh, it isn't so bad. I'll put some court-plaster on it, after I've washed it."
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't locate a policeman anywhere," said Sam.
"Never mind, I guess a policeman would only be in the way," returned his oldest brother. "He'd a lot of questions, and let it go at that. I'm
