He snatched off his glasses and faced them.
The little group stood petrified. Mr. Brewster was first to recover.
“Crazy, poor chap!” he said. “Luther Pruyn was my classmate.”
“That’s my father, Luther L.”
“Proofs,” said Sherwen sharply.
“In my coat pocket. In the room. Can I have your wire, Mr. Sherwen?”
“It’s cut.”
“Come to the railway wire,” offered Galpy. “My eye! Wot a game!”
The two men ran out, the scientist leaving behind coat and goggles.
“It was our little mix-up that started the rumor,” said Carroll thoughtfully. “Somebody recognized Perk—Dr. Pruyn.”