“I declare!” he finally exclaimed. “Perhaps you are right, Harry. Those whiskers did not look really natural.”
“No, nor are they. I tell you that fellow is Van!”
Old King Brady strode up and down the room for some time.
“Well,” he said, finally, “what ought we to do?”
“I see only one plan.”
“What?”
“Arrest him!”
“Of course! We could have done it at the hotel desk.”
“But we did not know him.”
“That is it.”