in detaining me, it shall be at your peril."

"If I've made a mistake, I'm sorry," said the detective; "but I'm doing
no more than my duty in holding you. I never saw that boy before. I
don't know what he knows of the matter."

"You're looking for Regy Thorne, aren't you?" said Andy, who had
confined himself to listening and thinking until now.

"What if we are?" replied the non-committal detective.

"So am I, that's all," answered Andy, giving his enemy a bold glance of
defiance in return for the black looks cast upon him.

They had reached the wharf office by this time, and were readily
admitted by the wharfinger and given a place at the back end.

"Oho!" said the detective, "so you are after him, too, are you? How do
you come to know anything about it?"

"I live in Lakeville, and I left there last night on purpose to come
here and look for Regy. I was after the reward."

"Do you know this gentleman?"

And he pointed to the man Andy had such good cause to know.

"He knows me," struck in Mr. Roberts, with a sneer, "and bears me no
good will for having exposed him in the village where he lives. I
protest against being held on his evidence. If I am to undergo this