What followed needs little telling. Hardly had the men decided to search
the house before the sound of a rapidly approaching motor horn was heard
and from the quickly checked car two men leaped out, the constable and a
deputy from the town--and then Bill Brown! The illuminated house had
stopped their course. The search revealed Thad cowering in a closet, all
the fight gone out of him. Grace and Skeets were not even awakened; Mrs.
Hooper did not leave her room.
As the constable turned a light on the handcuffed prisoner he remarked:
"That's the chap all right. Description fits. He'll bring that five
hundred all right."
"A reward; is it?" said the watchman. "An' don't ye fergit who gits it.
Not me, ner you, Constable, but the bye here." He laid his hand on Gus's
shoulder. The constable laughed:
"Oh, you're slow, Pat. We all know that. The kid and his pal, that young
edition of Edison by the name of Billy Brown, got the thing cinched over
their radio. We didn't know that the description that Willstown sent out
fitted Mr. Hooper's own nephew."
And so with relief, mixed with regret for Mr. Hooper's sake, Gus and
Bill saw a sulky and rebellious Thad vanish into the night and out of
their immediate affairs.
CHAPTER XXIV
GENIUS IS OFTEN ERRATIC
The fourth radio talk on the life, character and accomplishments of the
world's foremost inventor proved to be the most interesting of the
series.
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