"You can't prove that to me, sir: not that there's any felons or things in here. Show me that you don't mean harm, and you shall go on." "Have you a stolen child here?" Cookum's mouth opened with genuine surprise. "A stolen child!" "We have lost a little boy. I have reason to think that a man who was seen to enter this passage in the middle of the night knows something of him, and I have come to ask and see. Now you know all. Let me go on." The relief on the man's face was great. "Honour bright, sir." "Don't stand quibbling, man," roared Tod passionately. "YES!" "I've got but one man in all the place. He have no boy with him, he haven't." "But he may know something of one. What's his name?" "All the name he've given me is Jack." "I dare say it's the same. Come! you are wasting time." But Cookum, doubtful still, never moved. They were close to the door now, and he had his back against it. Tod turned his head. "Go for the two policemen, Johnny. They are both in readiness, Cookum. I looked in at the station as I came by, to say I might want them." Before I could get out, Cookum howled out to me _not_ to go, as one in mortal fear. He took a latch-key from his pocket, and put it into the latch of the door, which had no other fastening outside, not even a handle. "You can open it yourself," said he to Tod, and slipped away. It might have been a sort of kitchen but that it looked more like a den, with nothing to light it but a dirty sky-light above. The floor was of red brick; a tea-kettle boiled on the fire; there was a smell of coffee. Alfred Arne stood on the defensive against the opposite wall, a life-preserver in his hand, and his thin hair on end with fright. "I am here on a peaceable errand, if you will allow it to be so," said Tod, shutting us in. "Is your name Arne?" Arne dropped the life-preserver into the breast-pocket of his coat, and came forward with something of a gentleman's courtesy. "Yes, my name is Arne, Joseph Todhetley. And your mother--as I make no doubt you know--was a very near relative of mine. If you damage me, you will bring her name unpleasantly before the public, as well as your own and your father's." That he thought our errand was to demand back the fifty pounds, there could be no doubt: perhaps to hand him into custody if he refused to give it up. "I have not come to damage you in any way," said Tod in answer. "Where's Hugh?" Arne looked as surprised as the other man had. "Hugh!" "Yes, Hugh: my little brother. Where is he?" "How can I tell?" Tod glanced round the place; there was not any nook or corner capable of affording concealment. Arne gazed at him. He stood on that side the dirty deal table, we on this. "We have lost Hugh since mid-day yesterday. Do you know anything of him?" "Certainly _not_," was the emphatic answer, and I at least saw that it was a true one. "Is it to ask that, that you have come here?" "For that, and nothing else. We have been up all night searching for him."