"Any judge and jury will believe the evidence against you, my man,"
cried Farnum, sternly. "As for the boys, maybe you don't like them,
nor they you. They've reason enough for not liking you. Besides,
they couldn't photograph anything that wasn't here to be photographed."

"Then it was that flash--" began Josh Owen.

He stopped instantly, biting his lips savagely.

"Yes, they took the picture by flashlight, and you've just admitted
remembering the flash that interrupted your rascally labor," exclaimed
Mr. Farnum, triumphantly. "As for the print you've just torn up, Owen,
it doesn't make any difference. There are other copies of it. Now,
my fine fellow, you've been trapped just as nicely as the law requires,
and, in addition, you know you're guilty of the whole thing. Now--"

But Owen leaped up the spiral staircase, shouting:

"I won't be taken alive! I--"

Andrews, O'brien and another workman sprang forward to seize the fellow,
but Mr. Farnum called them back. Josh Owen got down from the platform
deck, and out of the shed in a twinkling.

"Let him go," ordered, the yard's owner. "He won't be seen around
Dunhaven after this. If he is, I can quickly enough put the law's
officers on his track. But he'll vanish and stay vanished."

"I shan't soon forget the absolutely dumfounded look on his face when