CHAPTER VI.
THE PHOTOGRAPHER’S EVIDENCE.
Kerr was at police headquarters when Nick arrived with his prisoner, and his eyes glowed triumphantly when he saw them come in.
“You got him!” he exclaimed.
“Yes,” said Nick, “he surrendered when I told him how strong the evidence was against him.”
“I wonder he hadn’t run away.”
“Well, you see, he didn’t know that a messenger had come in with a telegram just ahead of him.”
Kerr chuckled.
“This will be a great story for the newspaper fellows,” he said. “They’ve been here all the evening till about half an hour ago. I told them to come back later.”
Nick looked thoughtful.
He wondered if it would be necessary to give the honest farmer the shame of having it printed that he had been arrested for murder?