I was working on your patent at the time. I saw the number
of the cab, later, as the messenger boy rode off in it with the
model."
"What was it?" asked Russ, preparing to make a note.
The machinist gave it to him.
"Now if we can only trace it!" exclaimed the young inventor.
"I guess I can help you out, friend," broke in their own taxicab
chauffeur. "I've got a list of all the cabs in New York, and the
companies that run them." Rapidly he consulted a notebook, and soon
had the desired information. The office of the company was not far
away, and Russ and the girls were soon speeding toward it. What the
next move was to be no one could say.
The manager remembered the call that had come in. Two men had come
with a messenger boy to engage a cab to go to the address of the
machine shop.
"And who were the two men?" asked Russ.
The manager described one whom Ruth and Alice had no difficulty in
recognizing as Simp Wolley.
"The other man was shorter and not so well dressed," the cab manager
went on.
"Bud Brisket!" exclaimed Russ. "I know him. Now the question is:
Where did they take my model?"
"There I'm afraid I can't help you," said the manager.
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