“That was the man.”
“Can you prove it?”
“I think I can.”
“Well, if you can you’re mighty well off. You’re well off as it is. I’ll make the insurance companies come through with a fat reward on this,” he patted the black bag. “But there’s a reward offered by the city for the firebug. If you can prove that his work is over you’ll be doing yourself a service as well as every law-abiding citizen of this old town.”
“I’ll do it before dark.”
“Go to it, Johnny. More power to your good right arm.” The Chief grasped his hand in a hearty grip, then escorted him to the door.
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE FIREBUG’S SECRET REVEALED
“Johnny,” said Pant, as their train sped along, “what did Knobs Whittaker have to do with that string of fires—the schools, the Zoo, and Forest City?”
“Not a thing, I guess. It was that man with the hooked nose who set them all.”
“You haven’t proved that.”