“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, 243 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.