“I do. If Captain Johns would have Rascomb arrested, I could prove in two minutes that my story is straight. Rascomb can’t get rid of his scar. It was a transparent trick, covering it up with bandages.”
“Well, I don’t know,” Doyle replied doubtfully. “You’re honest in your opinion, but I still think you jumped to conclusions. If I were you, I’d forget about Rascomb.”
“I intend to do exactly that,” Flash agreed. “But just wait! When it is too late, Captain Johns will discover that Rascomb has disappeared.”
“No chance of getting pictures tonight, I suppose,” Doyle commented thoughtfully. “But maybe the story will have developed by the time we come back here tomorrow. What documents was the Major carrying?”
“I don’t know. Captain Johns hasn’t told me very much. I would guess they might be specifications or official reports pertaining to Bailey Brooks’ new invention.”
“And who would be interested in anything of that sort? Kidnapping is a more dangerous sport than it once was.”
“Another government could use that parachute, especially in war time. Povy was dickering with Brooks for its purchase, and not getting very far.”
“Yes, I remember he was interested in the parachute test,” Doyle admitted slowly.
“Povy followed Hartgrove on the train. After the wreck, someone—and I’m satisfied it was Povy—attacked the Major and tried to rob him.”
“You didn’t tell me that.”