“Why yes—one of them.”
“And didn’t we catch him wandering round in the crowd, big as life and staring round as if he was looking for somebody he’d lost?”
“Did he describe the man he was looking for?” Johnny smiled as he asked this.
“No, why should he? Why should we care?”
“Probably you shouldn’t. Only I thought it might be me he was looking for.”
“You? Why?”
“I had a bit of property of his.” At this Johnny held up the black bag that he had taken from Knobs.
“Where’d you get that?”
“I’ll tell you,” said Johnny, calmly sitting down.
He did tell, and after the Chief had listened with all his ears he exclaimed at the finish: