The small boy, no more than ten years old, said eagerly, “He was up on the stairs to the top floor! He jumped down when he saw me and grabbed my crooked cat!”
“Of course, you had the crooked cat with you!” Jupiter understood in a flash. “That was why he was still here! He couldn’t find the cat in the house, so he had to wait!”
“After he had Billy’s cat,” Mrs. Mota went on, “he started down, saw me, and ran up to the second floor. That was when I began to call for help.”
Pete said, “And he climbed out of the second-floor window and down the wall!”
“Like a human fly!” Bob exclaimed.
“Billy,” Jupiter said, “Did you find anything on that crooked cat? Or anything inside it?”
“Nope,” Billy Mota said. “I guess I never looked.”
The boys all looked glumly at each other. The last crooked cat was in the hands of the tattooed man. They stood in the dusk trying to think of what they could do next.
“He got what he wanted,” Bob said. “We’ll never find him.”
“We could still get the licence number of his car traced,” Pete said hopefully.
“That will take time, Second,” Jupiter said again. “It has to be sent to Sacramento. Perhaps we should — ”
Konrad, who had been standing silently by all this time, now stepped up to Jupiter and broke in.
“We now call the police, Jupiter.”
Jupiter protested, “But, Konrad, by the time — ”
Konrad shook his head. “You call the police now. Your Uncle Titus would say that, too. This lady is robbed, her house broken in. The man is dangerous, I think. We have lost him. It is now for the police.”
Bob agreed. “We can’t catch him now, Jupe.”
“We’d better call Chief Reynolds, First?” Pete said.
Jupiter sighed and his shoulders dropped. “I suppose you’re right. May we use your telephone, Mrs. Mota?”
“Of course you can, boys,” Mrs. Mota said. They all trooped inside, and Jupiter called Chief Reynolds. It didn’t take long. The Chief, respected anything the boys reported. Jupiter started to hang up.
“He’ll be right over here, and — ” Jupiter stared at the receiver in his hands. “Andy! Call your father at the carnival! Find out if anyone is missing!”
“Missing?” Andy frowned. “Jimmy, Jupe, I told you I never saw that man before.”
“We agreed he is probably in disguise,” Jupiter said. “That swarthy face could be a mask, and a tattoo can be hidden. Find out if everyone is at the carnival!”
“Well, all right,” Andy said, dubiously, “but my Dad’s awful busy just before the show opens, and it’s hard to be sure who’s there or not.”
“Try, Andy!” Bob urged.
Andy went to the telephone, and dialled. He listened for a time as the phone rang and rang.
“He’s not in the office, fellows,” the carnival boy said. “I’ll try the box office, and see if they can find Dad.”
Andy was still on the telephone when they heard police cars screech to a stop outside. Konrad looked relieved. Chief Reynolds himself strode into the house with some of his men. The boys quickly told the Chief their whole story.
“Good work, boys,” Chief Reynolds said. “With your description and the licence number we should be able to get him. Do you know what he is after in those crooked cats?”
“No, sir,” Bob admitted. “But it must be awful valuable, the trouble he’s taking,”
Pete added. “Jupe thinks maybe it’s something smuggled!”
Chief Reynolds nodded. “That is a very good thought. I’ll instruct my men to be alert for a valuable item inside the cat, and send out a call for any information the border patrol might have on a wanted smuggler.”
The Chief hurried out to the rest of his men. Andy Carson was still trying to get through to his father at the carnival. Jupiter, who was disappointed at having to call in Chief Reynolds before the boys even knew why the cats were valuable, watched Andy nervously.
“He would have had time to get back to the carnival by now,” the First Investigator said in dejection. “Unless, of course, he doesn’t go back at all this time,” he added hopefully. “Keep trying, Andy.”
Andy nodded, and dialled once more, just as Chief Reynolds came back into the house. The Chief was walking fast, his face serious as he approached the boys.
“Boys, you may have stumbled on to something far more important than you know! I’ve just had a report that a man who answers your cat-thief’s description, tattoo and all, is suspected of a daring one-man bank robbery only last week! He escaped with over $100,000!”
Jupiter cried quickly, “In San Mateo, sir?”
“What?” Chief Reynolds said, looking at Jupiter. “Now, how did you know that, Jupiter?”
“The fire at the carnival, sir! It was in San Mateo. I’m convinced that the cat-thief is a member of the carnival. He must have set off the fire by accident after the robbery, or maybe on purpose to help him to escape!”
“You can’t be sure of that, Jupiter,” the Chief said.
“The coincidence would be too much, Chief,” Jupiter insisted. “If you go to the carnival, you’ll — ”
Andy cried out, “I’ve got my Dad!”
They all stopped to listen as the carnival boy spoke eagerly into the telephone, and they waited impatiently as Andy’s Dad checked who was at the carnival. Chief Reynolds left the room again when one of his men called him. Moments later, Andy was nodding into the telephone.
“Yes, Dad. Jiminy, I’m sorry! But is anyone missing? No, all right Yes, Dad. Right away!”
Andy hung up. “Everyone’s there, Jupiter. At least they are now — all except me! The show’s already open. I’ve got to get there right away. I won’t even have time for dinner.”
Bob and Pete both jumped as if shot, their faces pictures of dismay. “Oh my gosh,” Pete moaned, “we’ve missed our dinners!”
“We're in real trouble, Jupe,” Bob echoed. Jupiter, too, paled a little. Konrad chuckled at the thought of what Aunt Matilda would say to Jupe. The boys knew that nothing annoyed their parents and guardians more than missing dinner, no matter what tight spots their investigating work got them into. But Jupiter hated to leave before Chief Reynolds could tell them something more. So the boys stood there nervously until the Chief returned. He nodded grimly to them.
“We don’t have to go to the carnival, boys,” the Chief announced. “We just found the car only four blocks from here in the highway. The crooked cat was in the car. It had been cut open, there was nothing in it. Tyre marks on the grass show he was either picked up by another car, or had a second car ready and waiting. Anyway, we’ll have to alert the whole state now. I’m afraid he got what he wanted and left Rocky Beach in a hurry, boys. I guess you’d better go home. We’ll get him, but it will take time now.”
The boys nodded dejectedly. They hurried down to the truck with Konrad, more worried now about being late than about losing the cat-thief.
Or, rather, Bob, Pete and Andy were worried. Jupiter was thinking about something else, something interesting. His eyes were speculative, but no one noticed.
14
Jupiter Makes Deductions
For missing their dinners, both Bob and Pete spent all next day performing chores around their houses. They had to admit that they’d asked for it, and worked without too much grumbling, but their minds were on the failure of the case. They couldn’t help wondering if the tattooed man had been caught. Each tried to call Jupiter more than once, but the First Investigator wasn’t at Headquarters or at his house.
At dinner, Bob gulped his food. His father smiled at him.
“Chief Reynolds reports that you and your friends almost caught a bank robber last night,” Mr. Andrews said.
“We didn’t know he was a bank robber, Dad,” Bob explained. “We were just helping a carnival boy in trouble.”