With the attitude of a fatalist, Raynor stepped forward, allowing Quentin to disarm him.
"And now for the owner of this little box," said Cragley, a cryptic promise in his tones. "This radio-electrifier excited an electric explosion of static in the radium repellors. The reason, I suppose, was prompted by designs on the shipment of platinum. Will the owner of this ingenious little invention step up—or do I have to call his name?"
No one moved.
"Just as I thought, Brady, you have the nerve to bluff this thing out to the finish!"
The face of Chris Brady grew pale. He appeared stunned. Those nearest him stepped back in surprise. Davy and Raynor were the only ones who did not seem taken aback by the revelation.
"But I've never seen that thing before," Brady protested. "Why, I——"
"Not a chance of wiggling your way out of this, Brady! We've got the goods on you sure enough! Will you kindly explain how you intended making a getaway with the platinum?"
"I'm innocent!" exclaimed Brady heatedly. "I don't know these men!"
"This contrivance was found hidden in your room, Brady! Communications between you and these men were also found!"
Chris Brady fell silent. The evidence was overwhelming. Cragley turned to the other culprits.