“He pretends it is all a mistake.”
“Let us both talk to him.”
“Oh, wait; I wonder if the police searched him,” went on the young gymnast suddenly.
“We can soon find out,” rejoined Barton Reeve.
They questioned the captain in charge. Yes, Griswold had been searched, and his stuff, quite a heap, lay in a lump on a near-by desk.
There was some money, a knife, several keys and a notebook. Leo began to search through the notebook. He uttered a wild cry.
“Look here!” he ejaculated.
He had found an entry concerning the money Griswold was to get from Nathan Dobb for his dastardly work.
“Come with me,” he went on, and led the way to Hank Griswold’s cell.
At first they could not make the rascal talk at all.