“But I say—That big blighter—”
“We think he’s one of the ghosts!” Don whispered.
“Oh, my Gawd!”
With the crowd following us we were hurried away to the police station nearby.
THE sergeant said, “The Chief will be here in a few minutes. And we’ve sent for Mr. Dorrance.”
“Good enough, Brown.” It chanced that Don knew this sergeant very well. “Did you search the fellow?”
“Yes. No weapon in his clothes.”
I whispered, “I saw a wire under his collar.”
“Sh! No use telling that now, Bob.”
I realized it. These policemen were frightened enough at our captive. Don added, “Before my uncle and the Chief arrive, let me have a talk with that fellow, will you?”