Harvey stared in amazement for a moment and then asked:
“How do you know it was he who did it?”
“I seed him!”
“Are you crazy or only a fool, Bunk? Explain yourself. Do you mean to tell me that you saw Professor Morgan destroy my aeroplane?”
“Didn’t perzactly see him doot, but I seed ’nough.”
“How much did you see?”
“When I fust went out ob de hotel and round de corner in de yard by de sheds I seed a tall man, wid his long linen duster, slip fru dat place where two boards had been ripped off. Jes’ as he was slipping fru, he turned and looked at me; dere was de long part-gray whiskers and de black debilish eyes. Oh, it war him and no mistake, Harv,” added Bohunkus with an air of finality.
CHAPTER XX.
A PUZZLING TELEGRAM.
Harvey Hamilton was astounded. In all his imaginings he had never dreamed of this explanation of the destruction of his aeroplane. One admirable trait of the thick-witted Bohunkus Johnson was his truthfulness. His friend knew he was not trying to deceive him and what he had told could be accepted as fact.
“Why did you wait so long, Bunk, before telling me this story?”