and the curious into the station. But at once he caught sight of the giant inspector, Walker.
"You're late." Walker led him into a side room. "I've been putting in the time telling Sweeny here," Walker introduced him to one of the two men within, "and Captain Crowley, how you mean to work your scheme. We've been waiting for you an hour!"
"I'm sorry," Trant apologized. "I have been going over the files of the papers just before and after the murder. And I must admit, Captain Crowley," Trant conceded, "that Kanlan had as strong a reason as any for wanting Bronson out of the way. But I found one remarkably significant thing. You have seen it?" He pulled a folded newspaper from his pocket and handed it to them. "I mean this paragraph at the bottom of the front page."
The captain read it eagerly, then leaned back and laughed. "Sure, I saw it," he derided. "It's that old Johanson fake, Sweeny—and he thought it was a clew!" The inspector took the paper.
"Threatener of Bronson Breaks Jail" was the heading, and under it was this short paragraph:
"You see the date of the paper?" said Trant. "It is the five o'clock edition of the evening before Bron-