“Tommy, I’m afraid your reading is inaccurate,” Penny laughed. “The story doesn’t say Mr. Rhett robbed a bank.”
“He must have done it,” the newsboy insisted. “What’s the reward for his capture?”
“Mr. Rhett is not listed as a criminal,” Penny explained. “There is no reward.”
Tommy’s face dropped an inch.
“What’s the matter, son?” asked Jerry. “Figuring on cashing in?”
“Well, sort of,” the boy admitted. “I saw the fellow not an hour ago!”
“He wasn’t robbing another bank?” Jerry teased.
“He was going into a house on Fulton Street. I didn’t take down the number ’cause when I saw him I didn’t think nothin’ of it. The Green Streak wasn’t out then, and I hadn’t seen his picture in the paper.”
“Fulton Street?” repeated Penny, frowning. “What section?”
“It was at the corner of Fulton and Cherry. He went into an old three-story brick building with a sign: ‘Rooms for rent—beds thirty cents.’”