The other stepped back in surprise.
"So you know me, eh!" he exclaimed. "Then you are not burglars."
"Hardly," replied Chester.
"Then what are you doing here?"
"I can't see that it will do any harm to tell you," was Chester's answer.
"We are after the paper you stole from Colonel Fuesco to-day."
"Oho! And by any chance are you the same youngster I encountered in the street?"
"The same," replied Chester briefly.
"And where is the other? Surely," peering closely at Uncle John, "you are not he. He was younger."
"Right you are," replied Uncle John. "But I guess he'll turn up when he is most needed."
"You think so? Then he had better turn up quickly." He turned again to Chester. "So you came after the paper," he said. "I am very sorry to say that you will not get it."