"The Chief went to his house and insisted on making a thorough search.

He's a shrewd old duck, is Chief Wambold, for all his faults.

He seemed to guess just where a boy like Leon would hide the spoils of a raid like this.
Under the floor of the old barn on the Disney place he found about half the stuff that was taken, candy by the wholesale, cigarettes, two revolvers, and even a pair of choice hockey skates." "About _half_ you are saying, Thad; then it looks to me as if there must have been just two of the thieves, for they had divided things equally between them." "What a lawyer you would make, Hugh, or a detective either, for that matter," the other boy exclaimed.
"What did Leon say when they found the stolen stuff hidden under his barn ?" further questioned Hugh, deigning to smile at his chum's compliment, however.
"Nary a thing would he say, except to declare himself innocent, and that he himself had heard a noise out there last night, and guessed that some enemy of his must have set up a mean game on him, wanting to get him nabbed.

But say, Hugh, the Chief pulled seven packets of cigarettes out of his coat-pocket, every one stamped with the same maker's name; and nobody in Scranton handles that brand but Paul Kramer." "It looks pretty bad for Leon, I should say," remarked Hugh.
"Oh! he'll get a free pass to the Reform School this time, as sure as anything!" asserted Thad; "and a good riddance of bad rubbish, most people in Scranton will be saying.

Of course they'll be sorry for his mother, who is a respectable woman, and has had heaps of trouble with that good-for-nothing son of hers." "But about the other thief, Thad ?" "Well, Chief Wambold said there wasn't any doubt in the wide world but that it must be Nick Lang, and I guess everybody around agreed with him, Hugh." "Did he go up and arrest Nick ?" asked Hugh, deeply interested.
"Just what he did, and I was along with the crowd," Thad told him.
"Well, sir, you never saw such a cool customer.