Pee-wee and I kind of hung behind and I guess he felt funny, sort of, when the old gentleman waved his hand to him, as if they were old friends.
I can't remember all they said but the two men who I knew were detectives showed the old gentleman the paper and asked him what it meant.

First he seemed kind of flustered and angry and I know Pee-wee's heart was thumping-anyway it would have been thumping, except that it was up in his throat.
Then the men said that they'd have to search the house to see if there was a wireless and then the old gentleman got angry; then all of a sudden he sat down in one of the wicker chairs on the porch and began to laugh and laugh and laugh.

Then he looked at Pee-wee and said, "I suppose this is the young gentleman who succeeded in trapping me.

I must take off my hat to the Boy Scouts," and he smiled with an awful pleasant kind of a smile and held out his hand to Pee-wee.
Well, you should have seen Pee-wee.

It was as good as a three-ringed circus.