of riding in such a cramped
fashion."

The tough shifted uneasily. Hal beckoned to the policeman.

"Here, officer, is the rascal."

Macklin wheeled about, and gave the policeman a single glance, when,
muttering something, he made a dash for the door.

But both Hal and the policeman were after him, and our hero caught him
by the arm, and held him until the officer had slipped a pair of
hand-cuffs onto him.

"I'll fix yer fer dis!" hissed Macklin in Hal's ear.

"Your days for fixing people are about over, Macklin," replied the
youth. "You and the others have overreached yourselves for once."

"I didn't do nuthin'."

"We will see about that later. Where are Hardwick and Allen?"

"I don't know dem," replied the tough, sullenly.

"All right; then you want to take the whole responsibility of this
matter on your own shoulders!"

At this the tough winced. It was putting the matter in a different
light.

"Say, supposin' I put you on to dere game, will yer be easy wid me?"

"That depends on how much you have to tell," said Hal.

"I knows more dan da t'inks I do."

"About what?"

"About dem--never mind. I know wot you are after, an' don't fergit it!"

"The tin box?"

Macklin nodded

"Who has it, Hardwick or Allen?"

"I ain't sayin' anyt'ing."

"All right, officer, take him to the station-house, and I will go along
and make a charge."

"No, no!" cried Macklin. "I wasn't goin ter do yer, I was only goin' ter
take yer to an old house up der river, an' Hardwick and Allen was goin'
ter settle wid yer in der mornin'."

"Where is the old house?"

"Der Flack mansion."

"I know the place," said the policeman. "It has been unoccupied for
years."

"What time were they coming up?"

"Hardwick said at eight o'clock sharp," replied Macklin. He seemed
anxious now to inform on his companions in villainy.

"Very well, we will see what happens at that time," returned Hal,
briefly.

His words meant a good deal.

CHAPTER XXX.

THE MISSING TIN BOX.

Less than an hour later Macklin was taken to the police station in his
own coach and locked up.

As soon as this was accomplished Hal lost no time in making his way to
Horace Sumner's elegant mansion.

It was now quite late, and only a single light gleamed out from the
mansion, and that from the library, where the old broker sat, busy with
his accounts.

His face was furrowed with care, and just before Hal rang the bell he
heaved a deep sigh.

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