A few minutes later the necessary papers were made out and signed, and then Frank and the planter were told they could go where they pleased for the next few days.
“I shall telegraph to Mr. Sinclair Basswood,” said our hero.
He happened to remember the ex-mayor’s home address, and sent the telegram without delay. It was rushed through, and in less than two hours the answer came back.
“Hold Flecker. Will come on at once and make an example of him.
“Sinclair Basswood.”
“That is just like him,” thought our hero, and took the telegram to the police station.
“Evidently, Mr. Basswood is going to have the fellow punished,” said the officer, with a smile.
“Don’t you think he deserves it?”
“He assuredly does—if he is guilty.”
Feeling that he could safely leave the case in the hands of the ex-mayor and Mr. Lee, Frank hurried to the railroad station and found he could get a train for Charleston early in the evening. This would bring him to his destination about midnight, and he telegraphed to his brother, Mark, to meet him.