"You may be of valuable assistance to me," went on Ralph. "I may have that man arrested. You can prove that he bound and gagged me, and locked me up in the closet."
"Dat's so."
"I want to find out what his object is. He may——"
Ralph broke off short and pointed across the street.
"Dat's him, true enough!" whispered Mickety, as Martin entered the tenement opposite. "Wot yer goin' ter do now?"
"Wait till he comes out."
This did not consume much time. In less than three minutes after he had entered the building, Martin came running out. He looked greatly disturbed and hurried down the street as fast as his long legs would carry him.
"Dere he goes!" exclaimed Mickety, in ill-suppressed excitement.
"Come on," returned Ralph. "He must not get out of our sight."
He started off, with the bootblack at his side. He looked at Mickety and saw that the little fellow's head was about the size of his own, and that he wore a large-brimmed soft hat.