20. AFTER THE TYPHOON
The old sheriff stepped into the room, and Don Holt followed. Charlie looked at his watch.
“One hour, to the minute,” he remarked to the younger Holt. “Fortunate you are man of your word. I feared I was about to lose a most important piece of evidence.”
“Then you got what you came after?” Don Holt inquired.
“I got it.” Chan handed an envelope to the sheriff. “Handle of light switch from shed at rear of hangar,” he explained. “On it, finger-prints of Sing who turned off lights on landing field when unhappy evening had ended. Also, more finger-prints of Sing, who evidently turned them on in first place.”
“So Dudley Ward never went near them lights,” nodded Holt.
“Such is the inference we must naturally draw,” Chan agreed. “I am handing precious cargo over to you.
