“You don’t know us, eh?” cried Dave. “Well, we know you well enough!”
“Even if you are traveling under the assumed name of Jasper Nicholas,” added Roger slyly.
“See here! I don’t know what you fellows are talking about!” cried Nick Jasniff, straightening up. “Is this some game or not?”
“It is a game—on your part,” answered Dave, quickly.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh, come, Jasniff, what’s the use of talking like this? We know your game thoroughly!” burst out Roger. “We have found out all about you, and Mr. Obray here knows about you, too. He just sent for us to identify you.”
At this announcement Nick Jasniff wheeled around to confront the manager.
“Is that true? Did you send for these fellows to come to identify me?”
“I did.” Mr. Obray’s face took on a stern look. “They had told me all about you.”
“They didn’t have any right to do that!” blustered the fellow who had been in prison.