CHAPTER VI.
CARL INVESTIGATES.
Carl hated a "waiting" game. If there was anything going on, he likedto be right in the midst of it. On top of all this, he was vaguelysuspicious of everything connected with that telegram.
When Matt went up and knocked on the door of the house, Carl was hopingthe summons would not be answered; but when the door opened, and Mattdisappeared inside the house, Carl's real worries began.
Pacing back and forth on the walk, the Dutch boy impatiently countedthe seconds and checked off the minutes. No sound came from thebuilding, and, after the light had vanished from the hall, not a raywas to be seen at any of the windows.
"I t'ink, py shiminy," muttered Carl to himself, "dot der fifdeenminids vas oop. Vell, I count off fife more schust for goot measure.After dot, oof Matt don'd come, I vill make some infestigations."
Owing to the lateness of the hour, and the obscure section of the townthrough which that part of Hoyne Street ran, no one passed the front ofthe house. Carl's solitary vigil was not relieved by the sight of anychance traveler.
Mentally he checked off another five minutes. During the countinghe fancied he heard a noise in the house, but it was so muffled andindistinct he could not be sure. Matt did not show himself, and Carlstarted his investigations.
His first move was to run up the steps and pound on the door. Althoughhe made enough noise to wake the entire neighborhood, he couldn'tbring anybody to the entrance. He tried the knob, but found the doorfastened. Then he hurled his weight against the door in the hope ofbreaking it in. The door must have been in better repair than the restof the house, for it withstood his attack with scarcely a shiver.
Carl's temper was always pretty close to the surface, and his failureto get into the house caused him to forget his forebodings on Matt'saccount and to get good and mad on his own.
"I vill find Matt oof I haf to preak down a vinder!" fumed Carl,jumping down from the steps and starting to run around the side of thehouse.
"Hello, there!" shouted a voice most unexpectedly from the sidewalk."What're you up to, hey?"
Carl halted and looked around. In the glow of the furnace fires he sawa man standing in front of the house.
"Vat iss it your pitzness?" he snapped. "I'm going to ged indo dotblace oof I haf to preak holes in it!"
"I'll make it my business, quick enough!" called the other. "Come here,and be quick about it."
There was authority in the voice, and the command was accompanied by abackward sweep of the hand under a long coat. When the hand reappeared,there was a glimmering object clutched in the fingers. The light alsoglimmered on two rows of buttons on the speaker's coat.
"Ach, du lieber!" muttered Carl. "You vas an officer, hey?"
"Come here, quick!" ordered the man. "Tell me where that balloon camefrom. It seemed to rise from around in this vicinity somewhere."
By that time, Carl had reached the walk. The officer pointed upward,and Carl's eyes, following the finger, saw an air-ship clearly outlinedagainst the glow of the blazing chimneys. The cigar-shaped gas-bag andthe pendent car stood out plainly. The front end of the air-ship waspointed upward, and it was vanishing swiftly into the night.
"Himmelblitzen!" gasped Carl. "Dot vas der Hawk! It must be der Hawk!"
"Hawk, eh?" returned the officer. "What do you know about it? The thingseemed to rise up in the air from around here."
"Iss dot so?" cried Carl, excitedly. "Vell, I ditn't see him, und dot'srighdt. I vas drying so hardt as anyt'ing to ged indo der house."
"I heard you tryin' to break in the door. Don't you know it's againstthe law to do that?"
"I don'd care for der law! My bard vent indo dot house und left me tovait. Ven I vait plendy long enough for him und he don'd come, den Imake some infestigations. No vone answers my knock on der door, und forvy iss dot?"
"You say a friend of yours is in the house?"
"Sure! Don'd I vas delling you?"
"When did he go in?"
"Haluf oof an hour ago--all oof dot."
The officer began questioning Carl and got from him pretty near thewhole of the affair--Matt's name and occupation, the experience withthe air-ship in the early part of the afternoon, nearly everythingconcerning the roll of papers, the receipt of the telegram, and thenight visit of the boys to South Chicago.
This policeman was an intelligent member of the force, and he atonce concluded that here was a matter which called for officialinvestigation.
"We'll get into the house and find out about your friend," said he."Your yarn is a queer one, but has the true ring, and it's evidentthere's shady work of some kind going on."
"Shaty vork? Vell, you bed you! Vere iss Matt? Dot's vat I vand to knowvorse as anyt'ing else. I ditn't vant him to go in dere, anyvay, aberven he makes oop his mindt to do somet'ing, den it vas as goot as doneund vat I say don'd cut some ice."
"If he's in there we'll get him," said the officer, decidedly.
As a preliminary to more drastic operations, he went up to the doorand pounded on it with his night-stick. The summons, although severaltimes repeated, was not answered. Thereupon the policeman and Carl,throwing their united weight upon the door, burst the bolt from itsfastenings and tumbled into the hall.
The darkness of the interior was relieved only by the glare of thefurnaces coming in at the transom. Silence reigned everywhere.
"I don'd like der looks oof t'ings," muttered Carl, forebodingly. "Deredon'd vas anypody ad home now, aber ven Matt come in dere vas plendyoof people here. Vat toes it mean, officer?"
"We'll try and find out what it means."
There was an electric dark lantern at the policeman's belt. Taking thelantern in his hand he switched on the light and sent a bright gleaminto every nook and corner of the hall.
No sign of Matt, nor of any of the occupants of the house, wasrevealed. There were only two or three rooms furnished on the lowerfloor, and none at all on the floor above. Every part of the house wassearched, and the last place of all to pass under the policeman's andCarl's scrutiny was the shallow basement.
It was evident to both searchers that people had been in the house upto a very recent moment, for in one of the first-floor rooms thereremained an odor of tobacco smoke, but there was no living personanywhere in evidence.
"Don'd dot peat ter tickens?" murmured Carl. "Matt come in der frontdoor, und he ditn't come oudt oof it. Oof he vas daken away it must hafpeen py der pack oof der house. Meppy ve pedder haf a look ad der packyardt?"
"Wait a minute," answered the officer.
Bending down he picked some object off the floor and examined it underthe rays of the lantern. An exclamation of surprise and wonder fellfrom his lips.
"Vat it iss?" queried Carl.
"Here's the biggest kind of a find!" was the response. "Thunder! thismust be my lucky night."
"How you figger dot?"
"This is a canvas bag."
"Yah, I see dot, aber it ditn't pelong by Matt und it don'd dell usnodding aboudt vere he vas."
"It's marked 'Hartz & Greer, Jewelers,'" went on the policeman, hisvoice shaking with excitement. "That's a firm doing business right herein South Chicago, and their store was burglarized mysteriously a littlemore than a week ago. Some fifteen thousand dollars' worth of jewelryand diamonds were taken, and this," the officer shook the canvas bag,"_this_ is the first clue any one has found to the robbers!"
"Shiminy Grismus!" muttered Carl. "Dis must haf peen der blace vere dert'ieves hat deir hang-oudt. Aber dot don'd got some interest for me.Vat I vant to know iss, vere iss Modor Matt? Dis pitzness iss geddingon my nerfs aboudt like dot odder time ven he tissabeared schust peforeder cup race. Shtick der pag in your bocket, officer, und led's hafsome looks at der pack yardt."
The policeman, now wrapped heart and soul in the hunt, put the bag awayin the breast of his coat.
The door leading into the back yard, as they had already discovered,was unlocked. The rear premises were enclosed by a high board fence,a
nd the beacons that capped the neighboring chimneys lighted theenclosure sufficiently so that the lantern was not needed.
There was a very perceptible odor of gasolene in the back yard. Themoment Carl sniffed it, he gave vent to a stifled yell and grabbed thepoliceman's arm with both hands.
"What's to pay now?" demanded the policeman.
"Der air-ship!" gasped Carl.
The officer threw a startled look at the sky.
"No, no, it ain'd oop dere," went on Carl. "It vas in dis packyardt--yah, so helup me! Der gasolene used in der modor make dershmell. Don'd you ondershtand? Dey filled der tank here, und shpilledsome oof der gasolene! Dose fellers haf run off from dis blace mitMatt, und dey have dook him along. Ach, himmelblitzen, vat a luck!"
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