"The nerve of that fellow," sighed Speedy when they were again out upon the sidewalk. "Now let's try Luna."
Luna Park proved largely a duplicate of Steeplechase. They were rocked on the "Witching Waves" and rode upon the miniature railway train that took them through black tunnels and around quick turns. One by one their admission tickets were perforated with punches and by four o'clock they had about exhausted the pleasure spots of Luna.
"We ought to take another look-around for that suitcase," Jane reminded him, "before we think of going home."
"Righto," agreed Speedy.
They returned to the beach and located the spot again where the ill-fated luncheon had been parked. Not a sign of it. They were about to return to Surf Avenue and the subway when a little dog suddenly came running up to Speedy and almost flung himself upon the youth.
"Hey—easy, boy," Speedy called out, backing away. He liked dogs. This one was a cute, friendly little wire-haired fox terrier. He reached over to pet the animal but it frisked away from him. Speedy followed. The dog made for the boardwalk and disappeared underneath. Speedy bent over and tried to coax the animal out.
"Isn't he a smart one, Jane? Bright face and quick as a flash," called Speedy over his shoulder. Then he emitted a startled exclamation as he saw the hidden treasure that the nozzle of the dog was buried in. "Say—here's our thief, Jane," he
