"Come along, uncle." Fifteen minutes later, Jack was imparting his information to the chief of police.

It was received with visible interest and excitement.
"I will detail a squad of men to go with you," said the chief.

"Go at once.

No time is to be lost." In less than an hour from the time Jack left the haunt of the coiners, an authoritative knock was heard at the door.
It was answered by Foley.
The old man turned pale as he set eyes on Jack and the police, and comprehended the object of the visit.
"What do you want, gentlemen ?" he asked.
"Is that the man ?" asked the sergeant of Jack.
"Yes." "Secure him." "I know him," said Foley, with a glance of hatred directed at Jack.
"He's a thief.

He's been in my employ, but he's run away with fifty dollars belonging to me." "I don't care about stealing the kind of money you deal in," said Jack, coolly.