"Hello, Kearney! What do you want?" Captain Stone addressed him as he stopped in the doorway and surveyed the remarkable scene before him. "I'm looking for Travers Gladwin," replied the detective shortly. "I'm Travers Gladwin," spoke up the thief, easily, but holding his head so that Kearney could see only the profile. "That's my name!" exclaimed Travers Gladwin in the same breath with the impostor. Kearney looked from one to the other, fairly pistolling his scrutiny. "Oh, both of you named Travers Gladwin?" he asked with a puzzled expression. "That one's a fake," interposed Captain Stone, pointing to the real Gladwin. "This"--nodding toward the impostor--"is the real Travers Gladwin." Kearney's face showed no more expression than if it had been cut for a cameo, but when the thief asked him with perfect self-command: "What can I do for you?" he came on into the room and stopped directly in front of him. "I have a warrant for your arrest," he said, abruptly, and stuck his hand in his pocket for the document. "My arrest! For what?" said the thief with a beautifully feigned amazement and a little laugh of incredulity. "Cradle snatching--abduction," jerked out Kearney, unfolding the paper. "That is rich!" laughed the thief. "I got the warrant from"--Kearney stopped and his little bullet eyes went to work on the thief from the ground up. He was measuring every inch of the man with an eye that had been trained for years to keep tabs on a multitude of marked and measured men. "Would you mind coming over here--a step or two closer, Mr.--Gladwin?" he said tensely. The thief stepped toward him and directly under the electrolier, while the others in the room stood like statues, looking on. As Kearney continued his searching examination of the unflinching and still smiling man, whose head was on a level with his and whose body was every inch as big and well set up, Captain Stone broke in nervously: "What is it, Kearney?" "I think there's some mistake, sir," said the detective, grimly. "Are you sure this man is Travers Gladwin?" "You seem to be in some doubt about it," said the thief, dropping his thumbs in the pockets of his waistcoat and raising his chin a little. Whatever was going on inside him, his eyes were twinkling with amusement. "I am," Kearney retorted; then to Captain Stone, "What is this case Captain?" "Picture robbery." "Picture robbery! I was sure of it! You've made a mistake, Captain. I know this man!" The sentences came out like a succession of pistol shots, while his eyes never left the face of the thief. "I know you," he attacked the smile again. It was a bullet-proof smile and never wavered. "Well, who is he?" interrupted the real Travers Gladwin, eagerly. "He's the greatest picture _expert_ in--the world!" "You flatter me," said the thief with a bow, and a side glance at Helen Burton, who was gazing at him as if both fascinated and repelled.