“Clem Davis!” Penny exclaimed.
“I came here to get Blake,” the man said briefly. “I’ve thought for a long time he was the person responsible for all my trouble. Tonight when the clock struck thirteen, I watched the Hubell Tower. I saw Blake put on his hood and robe and then enter the building, so I knew he was the Master.”
“You’re willing to testify to that?” Mr. Parker asked.
“Yes,” Clem Davis nodded, “I’ve been thinking things over. I’m ready to give myself up and tell what I know.”
“You’ll have a very difficult time of it proving your absurd charges,” Blake said scathingly.
“I think not,” Mr. Parker corrected. “Ben Bowman was captured tonight, and he’s already confessed his part in the real estate swindle. Even if you weren’t mixed up with the Hoods, you’d go to jail for that.”
Blake sagged into a chair, for the first time looking shaken.
“I’ll make a deal with you, Parker,” he began, but the editor cut him short.
“You’ll face the music! No, Blake, you can’t squeeze out of it this time.”
A car had drawn up in front of the house. Running to the window, Penny saw three policemen crossing the street. She hurried to the door to open it for them.