“Who speaks my name?”
“Nick Schmouder!” said Ned again.
“Do you know this man?” asked an officer sharply.
“Yes,” answered Ned. “He used to be a janitor at Boxwood Hall, a school I attended.”
And the face of Nick Schmouder showed as much wonder as did that of Ned Slade.
CHAPTER XIX
NEWS AT LAST
“Well, well, Nick! To think of meeting you here!” exclaimed Bob.