Harvey did not forget that they were near the apartment of Detective Pendar as well as that of the suspected parties, and while moving along the passage way he did his utmost in the way of looking and listening. He made no attempt to soften the noise of his footsteps, for that of itself would have betrayed him. He strode forward and through the doors and stood beside the waiting Bohunkus, who stealthily turned the key in the lock. Then he beckoned to Harvey to bring his chair and place it alongside the one in which the African softly seated himself on the far side of the room.
By this time the white youth was beginning to lose patience.
“What is the matter with you, Bunk?”
“Sh! not so loud,” replied the other, placing a forefinger against his bulbous lips.
“Use a little common sense if you have such a thing about you. If you don’t speak out and explain things, you must get out of my room.”
“All right den; Harv, I know who smashed yo’ airyplane!”
“You do! Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Wanted to break it to yo’ gentle like.”
“Who was it?” demanded the astounded youth.
“Perfesser Morgan!”