"You mentioned Lem
Wacker. It's funny, but last week Wacker bought a new wagon."
"Are you sure of that?"
"Yes, it was the same one that his scapegrace nephew, Dale Wacker, was
caught peddling the stolen pickles in. I saw Lem painting it fresh out
in his shop only two days ago. You know I live just beyond him."
"What color?"
"Red."
"Then Lem Wacker must know something about this burglary!" declared
Bart.
CHAPTER XVI
AT FAULT
"I am sorry," again said the night watchman, after a long thoughtful
silence on the part of Bart.
"I know you are, Mr. McCarthy," returned Bart, "but nobody blames you.
I've got to get back that trunk, though! you are positive about Lem
Wacker's wagon being newly painted?"
"Oh, sure."
"And red?"
"Yes, a bright red. Wacker lives near us, as I said. I strolled down the
alley day before yesterday. I saw his shed doors open, and Wacker
putting on the paint. I remember even joking him about his experience in
painting the town the same color once in awhile. He took that as a
compliment, Lem did. It seems he traded for the wagon some time ago. He
told me he was going to start an express company of his own.
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