On reaching Chester, we drove at once to the police station. As we alighted at the door, Ford came forth.
“Hullo!” he cried. “Well, this is lucky! I was just going back to Loadhead to see if they had captured Avery. So you’ve got him?”
“Yes. Where is Yates?”
“The chief is getting ready to take him to Bayport.”
“Then he can take this man, and also the boy,” said Mr. Walters.
“Certainly the man, but why the boy?” asked Ford.
“The man accuses him of being an accomplice.”
“Accuses Reuben!” burst out Ford. “There is not a word of truth in it! Why, that man tried to burn the boy up!”
Walters shrugged his shoulders.