they were leaving," replied the
other.

"If you glance out of the door right now, Chief, you will see the
parties dropping out of their machine right in front of the hotel,"
Frank remarked, quietly.

Accordingly the other moved over so that he could look out, immediately
remarking:

"Sho! that's a fact, just as you say, Frank. Come back to dinner, I
reckon; for old Barnwell does set a good table in the Quality Inn.
I've seen twenty cars parked in his dooryard of a Sunday. And these
parties like his style, it seems."

"But why should they say that their car needed overhauling, and that
they might as well have it done in Bloomsbury? You can see it's a
right new one, and runs as smooth as silk," Frank remarked.

"They said that, did they? Who to, Frank?" asked the other.

So Frank had to go back and relate what had occurred at the time Andy
dropped from the hydroplane into Lake Sunrise, and saved little Tommy
Cragan from becoming food for the fishes.

Of course the policeman was not able to look at the matter from the
same standpoint that Frank and Andy had. All the same, he admitted
that the actions of the two touring gentlemen did look a bit queer.

"I'll take the first chance I get to look 'em over, Frank, and learn
who they really are," he said, in conclusion. "Of course that'll have
to wait, since I've got this other business on my hands, which is of
greater importance, you know."

"You don't think, do you, sir, that either of them could be this Jules
Garrone in disguise?" suggested Frank.

Chief Waller caught his breath.

"Whew; that is a notion, now, ain't it?" he exclaimed. "From what I've
learned about that rascal I wouldn't put it past him to be up to some
clever dodge equal to that? The bolder the game the less danger of
discovery. See here, Frank, you say you was close to these parties;
and sure you ought to remember Jules--now, think a bit, and then tell
me if you can imagine him playing such a part?"

"Oh! I have been hammering my brain for a long time over that, Chief,"
Frank answered, with a slight smile.

"And what conclusion did you reach, Frank?"

"That neither of them could hardly be Jules," came the ready reply. "I
only mentioned the thing to see how it struck you. In the first place,
Jules was smaller than either of those men; and he couldn't hardly have
grown under prison fare, you know. Then he had black hair, and neither
of these have. Besides, Longley wears a mustac