And so it proved. The old gentleman was confident he was the man who had come in with the boy the day before; and he was willing to swear to his identity. “But where have you been all the morning, my lad?” asked the genuine Mr. Flinker. “The officer who was to look up your case waited two hours for you; and then we concluded that you were a fraud, and that you had been making fools of us all.” “He has been well employed; and he is no fraud,” interposed Mr. Barnett. “In my opinion, he is the smartest boy in New York City.” “Is that so?” exclaimed the elder Mr. Flinker. “If that is the case, I don’t know but I can find something for him to do. He wanted to get a place.” “I think he will get a better place than you will be able to give him,” added the officer. “I can’t give him ten dollars a week, and his board; but I will give him a job, and pay him all he is worth to me.” “I am much obliged to you, Mr. Flinker; and, if I find I want a place, I will come down and hire out with you,” added Wade, who was certainly very grateful for the offer. “I think he will get his ten dollars a week,” said Mr. Barnett. “Now we will try to find the employment office. You have no idea where it is, you say.” “I only know that it is farther from Broadway than this place is, and it is over this way,” replied Wade, pointing in the direction he had come the day before. “Perhaps you can tell us where it is, Mr. Flinker,” said the officer, turning to his prisoner. “I know nothing at all about it. You have got hold of the wrong man, and you will find it so,” replied the swindler. “When I do, I will let you know,” laughed Mr. Barnett. “Never mind, Wade: I know where the place is, from your description.” This proved to be the case; for he conducted his party to the employment office which Wade had visited the preceding day. But the oily-tongued fellow who had been in attendance was not there. One with all his qualifications was behind the counter, however; and the officer opened upon him at once. He knew of no such man as Wade described. He was the keeper of the office, and he had no person in his employ. “It must have been some other place,” suggested the man behind the counter. Wade was willing to make oath that this was the right place. At this point in the interview, two officers on this beat, who had been told by the captain to come to the office, made their appearance. They insisted that the office was a swindling-shop, and they had looked it up. They knew the other man, and were sure they could find him in the course of a day or two. The man in charge and Mr. Flinker were arrested, and sent to the Tombs.