"Yes."
"Where is the fellow with the tin box?"
"The box is here, safe. There lies the fellow. Arrest him, and fix it so he cannot get away."
The policeman at once hurried to Hardwick's side, and before the ex-book-keeper had fully recovered consciousness he was handcuffed and then placed in a room with the other prisoners.
"What are you going to do with us?" he demanded of the policeman who stood guard at the door, pistol in hand.
"You will see later. Not another word now."
And Hardwick was forced to keep silent, as were also the others.
There was another house not far distant, and getting the sleigh, Mr. Sumner placed Hal's form into it, and drove him around to the door.
Matters were quickly explained, and as the broker showed that he was a wealthy man, and well able to pay for accommodations, Hal was at once lifted into the house and placed on a comfortable bed in one of the upper rooms.
"Send for the nearest doctor, please," said Horace Sumner. "And tell him he must come at once, no matter what the expense. Tell him I am Horace Sumner, the broker, of Wall Street."