“Oh, yes! Sure, young feller. Say, just step in the next room, will you? That’s the door. The Captain’s in there and he’ll ’tend to you. Sure, you can go in, too, if you want.” The latter part of the invitation was to Clem, who had hesitated to follow his companion. So Clem trod closely on the heels of Jim, and they passed through a heavy door and found themselves in a second room that was much like the first. Here, though, there was a brilliantly red carpet on the floor, the desk was a roll-top, there was an inhospitable looking leather couch along one wall and the single occupant, instead of being large and red of countenance, was tall and lean, with a military carriage and a healthily tanned face. “Todd, eh?” he asked tersely. “Sit down, please. This gentleman a friend of yours? I see. Very well. I have a question or two to ask, Mr. Todd. Know a man who calls himself James Webster?” “No, sir.” Relief struggled with doubt in Jim’s face. “Didn’t think you did, because I guess that isn’t the fellow’s right name. Know any one with a name like that?” “I know a man whose name is Webb,” faltered Jim. “His first name, I mean.” “Webb, eh? What’s his last name?” Jim’s hesitation was pronounced, but he finally answered, “Todd, sir.” Clem shot a quick, startled look at Jim. Jim didn’t meet it. He was staring anxiously at the police captain. “Webb Todd? I see. Relative of yours?” “Cousin; sort of. His mother and my mother were half-sisters.” “Not exactly a cousin, then, my boy. Known him long?” “Yes, sir, ever since I can remember. Up in Maine. He lived right near us for a good while.” “Seen him lately?” “Yes, sir, twice. Once I met him on the street and the next time he came to our room in Haylow Hall. Is--has he been arrested?” The Captain nodded. “Yes, we took him in charge about four o’clock. He’s been loafing around town for several days. He will be up in court in the morning charged with vagrancy. I dare say he’ll get off with a suspended sentence if he agrees to quit town.” Jim breathed loudly with relief. “Only thing puzzles us,” continued the Captain, “is where he got what we took off him.” He opened a drawer at his side and took out a small parcel. “Ever lend him money, Mr. Todd?” “Yes, sir.” “How much money?” Jim hesitated again. “Eight dollars and a half,” he answered. “That all?” Jim nodded. “Haven’t forgotten any?” Jim shook his head. “Funny,” said the Captain. He opened the parcel, displaying a soiled envelope with a letter showing beyond its torn edge, a cheap-pocket knife and an assortment of coins. Three of the coins glittered brightly in the light from the near-by window. “This fellow had sixteen dollars and forty-one cents when we searched him. Fifteen dollars was in five-dollar gold coins. We asked him where he got them. He said”--the Captain eyed Jim intently--“you gave them to him.”