"What sort of looking chap was he?" asked Phil.
As best he could the wagon driver described the individual. The description might have fitted half a dozen lads, until he mentioned a four-inhand tie of bright blue with white daggers splashed over it.
"Merwell wears a tie like that!" cried Phil. "I have seen it several times."
"What would he be doing with my package, Phil?"
"What? Why, maybe he knew about the wig and wanted to spoil your part of the show. It would be like him to play such a trick."
"That's true," answered Dave, and then he asked the wagon driver if the boy had worn a ring with a ruby.
"Yes, a fine large stone," answered the man.
"Then it was Link Merwell," said Dave, decidedly. "Now the question is, What has he done with the package?"
"I don't think he'd dare to destroy it," answered Phil. "Probably he hid it away somewhere."
"I'll soon find out. Come on, Phil."
"Going to tax him with it?"
"Yes. He hasn't any right to touch my property, or to sign my name."
Hurrying back to the hotel, the boys told of
