MR. GREY
Indeed, it was Mr. Grey. He stood there looking at them, smiling,
self-confident. By now the chief and Jim Spencer had also jumped to
their feet. Everyone was staring speechless at the gaunt man. Jack
cried, “Who are you?”
The chief added, “Yes, tell us who you are and what you want.”
Mr. Grey walked over to the desk. Pausing for a moment to eye the
secretary, she blushed and left the room. When the door was closed, he
took a badge out of his pocket and showed it to the chief.
“Oh!” exclaimed the chief. “I’m glad to meet you.”
“Who is he, Chief Bates?” demanded Jack.
“A government man,” was the snappy retort.
“Then why did we find him among the gang?” demanded Jack. “Anyone can
get himself a badge. Let him really identify himself.”
They all eyed Mr. Grey. Paul and Ken felt horrified by Jack’s demand
but they felt that he was right, reasonable. Wasn’t it possible for him
to pass off as a government man and yet be in reality a member of the
gang? Mr. Grey said smilingly, “That boy will some day make a very good
sleuth.”
“Well, you’re wrong,” retorted Jack. “I’m going to study to be a
doctor.”
That set everybody to laughing. Addressing Chief Bates, Mr. Grey asked,
“What have the boys been telling you?”
This time Paul was on his feet. He felt that Jack was correct in his
demand that the man identify himself further. And the fact that the
man was trying to evade it, aroused his own suspicions. “Why don’t you
identify yourself?” he demanded. “How do we know who you are? For all
we know, you may be a member of the gang, as we have thought right
along, and only pretending that you are a government man.”
Mr. Grey raised his eyebrows but did not lose any of his equanimity. He
smiled and seemed perfectly at ease. The chief remarked humorously, “It
seems that this thing has passed completely out of my hands. So you two
had better settle the issue.”
Mr. Grey said, “These boys are all right. No. As a matter of fact, they
are better than that. They are shrewd, fine detectives. You ought to
acquire them for your force, Chief.”
He took his coat off and ripped the seam open. Producing several
papers, he handed them to Chief Bates, who looked them over carefully.
Then Mr. Grey rolled up the sleeve of his right arm and revealed a red
gash of about two inches long. The chief was convinced. “Good!” he
exclaimed. Addressing the boys, he said, “He has identified himself
beyond any doubt.”
The boys were satisfied. Jack said, “All right, now we know. But do you
mind, Mr. er—”
“Mr. Grey.”
“Do you mind Mr. Grey, telling us the mystery of the white cards, your
being with the grocery man who is a member of the gang and—”
“When the time comes, my boy,” he answered, “you will know everything.
In the meanwhile, may I repeat my former question. What have the boys
been telling you?”
Chief Bates cleared his throat. With a twinkle in his eye, he remarked,
“They have been giving me a cock and bull story about a gang of
counterfeiters.”
“Well, it just happens to be true,” announced Mr. Grey.
For a short while there was silence, as though they were all overcome
by the government man’s statement. “Is it the Moonshine Charlie gang?”
asked Jim Spencer.
“That’s right,” answered Mr. Grey. “And I’m here to ask you for ten men
to round up the gang.”
“Right away?” asked Chief Bates.
“Right away.”
“Jim,” said the chief, addressing his detective, “round up ten men and
get them ready. What else, Mr. Grey?”
“Nothing else,” he answered. “That is, for the present.” Addressing the
boys, he said, “Well, fellows, how do you think we ought to go about
it? But before we discuss that, may I know who you are?”
Paul rose. “My name is Paul—Paul Morrison. And I’m glad to know you,
Mr. Grey.”
“Thank you. You fellows have done some very good work.”
“And this is Jack Stormways,” introduced Paul.
The two shook hands. Jack remarked, “I’m not going to say I’m glad to
know you, but rather glad to meet you. After having followed you so
much, I think I know you by now.”
Mr. Grey smiled. “Yes,” said Mr. Grey, “you have followed me around a
great deal and rather expertly, too.”
“Thank you,” said Jack, grinning with pleasure.
“And this is Ken Armstrong.”
The two shook hands. “Now,” said Mr. Grey, “how are we going to finish
the job and capture the gang? What’s your idea, fellows?”
Paul said, “I guess you ought to know that better than any of us. We
will leave that to you.”
“Just one favor,” exclaimed Jack.
“What?”
“May we go along? I’d like to be in on it.”
Mr. Grey and the chief exchanged glances. The chief shook his head.
“It’s going to be dangerous,” remarked Mr. Grey.
“Any more dangerous than what we have already done?” asked Jack.
“There may be shooting. And you might get hurt.”
“I guess we could keep out of the way. We might keep in the background.”
“Well,” conceded Mr. Grey, “if the chief has no objections, I’ll get
you into action somehow.” The chief shrugged his shoulders. “After
all,” he commented, “who am I to deny them their fun?”
“That’s swell,” cried Jack.
Just then, Detective Spencer returned to the office and announced that
everything was ready. “I’ll tell you what you can do first, boys.
Suppose Paul and Ken and two officers go down to the grocery store at
Jones Street and arrest Harriman, the grocery man. If he isn’t in the
store, he is upstairs, in the first room on your right.”
“And what am I going to do?” asked Jack.
“You will come with me,” said the government man.
The boys rose. “Are we all ready?” asked the chief. “Because I’m also
going along.”
“If you will excuse me,” said Mr. Grey, “I don’t think you should.”
“All right. If you insist.”
“For best interest all around.”
The chief nodded. Addressing the boys, he said, “Well, fellows, it
seems that you were right and I want to apologize for questioning you
and doubting you. And let me tell you that I appreciate everything
you have done and I shall see to it that you are in some small way
rewarded.”
The boys beamed with delight. Mr. Grey remarked, “They certainly
deserve it, Chief. You ought to make them honorary members of your
force.”
“Now, that’s a serious thing,” answered Chief Bates hesitantly. “But I
shall certainly consider it.”
“Well, goodbye,” said Ken. “Thanks for listening to our story.”
“The thanks is all on my side,” returned the Chief. “And good luck.”
They left the office. In the waiting room, Mr. Grey whispered something
in the secretary’s ear and she blushed and waved him away. In the
corridor, they walked to the rear of the building, where autos and
policemen, armed, waited for them. Mr. Grey gave the necessary orders,
and with screaming sirens, they were off.