“Seen them!” Johnny fairly raved. “I recognized one of them as surely as if he had been my brother!”
“That’s fine!” Felix smiled blandly. “That proves the thing will work.”
“But these men!” Johnny exploded. “We must get them!”
“Oh, must we?” Felix showed surprise.
“Sure we must. They are robbers, murderers. They have bonds in their possession that broke a bank.”
“Oh!” Felix stared. “Well—that’s not in our field. We are inventors, not detectives.”
“I will get Drew Lane, Tom Howe and Captain Burns.” Johnny was poised to rush away.
“As you like. Here’s the key.” Felix extended his hand. “Be sure to lock the door. We are responsible for that.”
“Lock the door,” Johnny grumbled to himself as he hurried away “Queerest fellow I ever saw, that Felix. Smart, though. Shouldn’t wonder if his inventions would do a lot of good. Think of being able to look right in upon a pack of thieves and you half a block or half a mile away!
“Lock the door!” he repeated. “May be so riddled with bullets before we get through that it won’t even shut.”