s shoulders and was soon up in Garrison's room.

CHAPTER XXI

REVELATIONS

The fellow whom Garrison had taken into camp had once attempted
detective work himself and failed. He was not at all a clever being,
but rather a crafty, fairly reliable employee of a somewhat shady
"bureau" with which young Robinson was on quite familiar terms.

He was far from being a coward. It was he who had followed Garrison to
Branchville, rifled his suit-case, and been captured by the trap.
Despite the fact that his hand still bore the evidence of having
tampered with Garrison's possessions, he had dared remain on the job
because he felt convinced that Garrison had never really seen him and
could not, therefore, pick him up.

Sullen in his helplessness, aware that his captor must at last have a
very great advantage, he complied with Garrison's command to take a
seat in the room, and glanced about him inquiringly.

"What do you want with me anyhow?" he said. "What's your game?"

"Mine is a surer game than yours," said Garrison, seating himself with
his back to the window, and the light therefore all on his visitor's
face. "I'm going to tell you first what you are up against."

The man shifted uneasily.

"You haven't got anything to hold me on," he said. "I've got my
regular license to follow my trade."

"I was not aware the State was issuing licenses to burglars," said
Garrison. "Come, now, with that hand of yours, what's the use of
beating around the bush. If my suit-case had nipped you by the wrist
instead of the fingers, I'd have captured you red-handed in the act."

The fellow thrust his hand in his pocket. His face, with two days'
growth of beard upon it, turned a trifle pale.

"I'd rather work on your side than against you," he ventured. "A man
has to make a living."

"You've come around to the point rather more promptly than I expected,"
said Garrison. "For fear that you may not keep your word, when it
comes to a pinch, I'll inform you I can send you up on two separate
charges, and I'll do so in a wink, if you try to double-cross me in the
slightest particular."

"I haven't done anything but that one job at Branchville," said the man
in alarm.

"What are you givin' me now?"

"What's your name?" demanded Garrison.

"Tuttle," said the fellow, after a moment of hesitation. "Frank
Tuttle."

"All right, Tuttle. You furnished Theodore Robinson with information
concerning my movements and, in additi