“Hooray!” cried Ken. “The white card mystery is solved.”
The man grinned sheepishly. Walters continued searching him. In the other pockets they found more white cards, various odds and ends such as pieces of string, a pocket knife, several pencils, shoe strings and an empty wallet with a name and address. Paul read, “Jerome Walsh, 321 Applebury Street.”
“Let’s run down there,” suggested Ken.
The detective nodded. “Yes, we’ll do that. First I will have him examined by a doctor.”
Walters took the man by the arm and led him out. The boys waited and two minutes later he returned. “What did you do with him?” asked Ken.
“I gave him over to one of the men to take care of. Let’s go,” said Walters.
They went to the back of the building and got into a police car. Ken plopped into the rear seat and began to laugh uproariously. “What’s the joke?” asked the detective.
“I don’t think you will appreciate it.”
“Take a chance, let’s hear it.”
“What I was laughing at,” said Ken, “is how much it helps when you keep your eyes open.”