“My name is Paul. What is yours?”
“Who, me? I have no name.”
“That’s too bad,” said Paul. “I thought everybody had a name.”
“Everybody except I,” was the answer.
Paul was at a loss what to do or say. On the spur of the moment, he remarked, “There is a man who wants to see you. I will take you to him.”
“That is very nice of you. Where is he?”
“Straight ahead, down Main Street.”
“That’s fine. Let’s hurry, because I don’t want to keep him waiting. I don’t like to keep people waiting.”
Just then Ken came running up and took the man by the other arm. Together they led the man to police headquarters and into the detectives’ room. Walters was there and as soon as he saw the boys and the man, he jumped to his feet. “Where did you get him?” he cried.