“A man was hurt. I was running to get a doctor.”
“Who are you?”
“I am Albert E. Whistler, the hardware manufacturer of Troy. I came to Stampton this morning on business.”
“He tells it good,” said Bob. “Shall I tell you who he really is?”
“Don’t believe him, he is crazy.”
“His right name is Bidwell, and he is known as Slippery Paul, the crook.”
At this declaration the policeman opened his eyes.
“You are sure about that?”
“Positive. If you don’t believe me, take us both to the station-house.”
“That’s fair,” said the stout individual. “I’ll pick up my basket and set it in one of these stores and go along. I’m anxious to see the matter out.”