So Bob told them all about their adventures with the man and his companions.
“Congratulations,” the detective smiled when the story was ended. “You were mighty lucky to get the better of Jim the Penman.”
“Who did you say?” Bob gasped.
“Jim the Penman. I guess you’ve heard of him, eh?”
“Who hasn’t?” Bob returned.
“Who indeed?” the detective repeated. “He’s the most dangerous man as well as the most expert counterfeiter in New York City or in the country for that matter.”
“But what’s he doing up here?” Jack asked.
“That’s hard to say,” the detective replied. “But I can guess. He has recently been putting out a lot of bogus ten-dollar bills in the city, and I’ve been after him for a long time. About two weeks ago I almost had him when he suddenly disappeared. I hunted for him night and day and then, when I was about ready to give up, I got word that he had been seen in Bangor. So I went there and soon got on his trail which led up here. By the way did he tell you his name?”
“He said it was George Kane and that he was a mining engineer,” Bob replied.
“Might be a relative of yours,” the detective glanced at the sheriff with a grin.