"How do I know but what you're all of one gang?" asked the sergeant, when Roy had told his story, while the other two remained obstinately silent. "If you will telephone for Mr. Ketchum he will identify me." The name produced an instant effect, for Mr. Ketchum was a lawyer well known in police circles, as he prosecuted many criminals. The sergeant telephoned, and, in a short time, came the answer from Mr. Ketchum's home that he would come to the station and identify Roy. He did so, and the sergeant admitted his mistake. "I'll just lock these two up," he said, indicating Mr. Annister and Wakely. "You're not going to lock me up, are you?" asked Caleb Annister, who seemed to lose all courage as he saw the way matters were going. "You're not going to prosecute me, are you, Roy Bradner? I'll make restitution! I'll pay it all back!" "Then you confess you swindled this boy, and his father?" asked Mr. Ketchum quickly. "I--er--I won't say anything," replied the other sullenly, as he saw the mistake he had made. "You don't have to. I have evidence enough to convict you without any admissions on your part. I discovered your scheme in time. A few days more and it would have been too late to pay the taxes, and save the property for Mr. Bradner and his son." "Was he going to take the property?" asked Roy, amazed at the duplicity of the agent his father had trusted. "He was. That is why he tried to have you put out of the way. He was afraid you would interfere with his plan before the two weeks expired. Fortunately I discovered it in time. To-morrow I will pay the taxes in your father's name, and the building will remain the property of him and yourself." "What's the charge against these two, then?" asked the sergeant. "Attempted kidnapping and embezzlement against him," replied Mr. Ketchum, indicating Annister, "and against Wakely, a charge of actual kidnapping. I think we shall be able to arrest the others in the gang, also." "Hold on!" exclaimed a voice, and Roy turned around to behold Mortimer De Royster. "There's another charge to be made." "Who against?" asked the sergeant, impressed by the apparently wealthy air of the jewelry salesman. "Against him," pointing to Wakely. "What is the charge?" "Robbery. He and three others stole my gold watch and diamond pin." Wakely uttered an exclamation. "I now recognize him as one of the robbers, even though he has shaved his moustache off," went on De Royster, and Roy, now, also knew where it was he had heard Wakely's voice before. "Lock 'em up!" called the sergeant to the doorman, as he made an entry on the blotter, against the prisoners' names. "You can see the Judge in the morning," he went on. "I suppose you will be here, Mr. Ketchum?" "Oh, yes. I will prosecute this case to a finish. It was a wicked and bold attempt at swindling." "Well, you seem to turn up every time I need you," remarked Roy to Mortimer De Royster. "How did you know I was here?"