Frank skimmed the pages.
“Here’s where we get the goods on Hanleigh, I’ll bet. If this is his notebook, we have positive proof that he stole our supplies.”
On the fly leaf of the notebook he came across an inscription. It was a man’s name.
But the name was not that of their enemy, Hanleigh.
Written across the page, in a bold, flowing script, they saw the name, “J. Sparewell.”
“Well, can you beat that!” exclaimed Chet. “It wasn’t Hanleigh, after all.”
“Sparewell,” mused Frank. “Where have I heard that name before?”
“Nobody around Bayport by the name, that I know of,” remarked Biff.
“Nor I,” added Chet.
They looked at one another, puzzled. Then Joe made a suggestion.