“No, I did not. He must have kept pretty still, for that was a long time exposure. He is not as strong as the objects around him, however. How is that, Jack? H’m! I know. He came in after I had started to take the scene.”
“That’s it, and he kept still because he wanted to hear what you boys were talking about, and did not wish to be discovered himself. Do you see him on the smaller print, Billy?”
“Yes, now, but I did not at first. Golly! but you have eyes, Jack! You saw this on the plate?”
“Yes, and that is why I wished to get the enlargement. Do you recognize the man, boys?”
“I never saw him,” said Percival, “but if that is not the man with the white mustache and the black eyebrows I am very much mistaken. My! but how he glares!”
“It is the man with the white mustache,” said Jack. “I have reason to recognize him. That is the bank robber. He is glaring, as you say, Dick. There was something on his mind. What do you suppose it was?”
“I am sure I don’t know. Do you suppose he was afraid we might find his hiding place. By Jove! we found the burglars’ tools, Jack, and now you have found the burglar himself on Billy’s plate.”
“Yes, and you said there would not be anything on it,” laughed the good-natured fellow.
“Why, no, Billy, I did not altogether say——”
“No, you didn’t say it, but you intimated it just the same. Well, my pinhole camera has turned out all right, hasn’t it?”