Bob thought instantly of Tully Ross, then decided to wait and tell his uncle about that when they were alone.
“This fellow was the only intruder,” replied Bob, which was true enough, for Tully belonged to the office staff.
“Take him down to the nearest station and have him fingerprinted and photographed,” the federal agent told the policemen.
The officers leaned down and picked up the man Bob had fought and managed somehow to get him to his feet. Supporting him on their shoulders they walked him down the hall and Bob heard the elevator doors click.
Bob’s uncle tried to turn on the lights in the room, but the switches, though they snapped as usual, failed to send any current into the lights.
“Fuses blown,” Bob heard him mutter.
They were alone now, the police having departed with their prisoner.
“Here’s an extra flashlight, Bob. See if you can find anything missing by making a hurried search around the room,” directed Merritt Hughes.
Bob felt stronger now and he got to his feet. He was still a little unsteady, but the cool, rain washed air, coming in sharp gusts through the window now, cleared his head and he took the flashlight which his uncle offered.
The twin beams of light swept around the room.