“Jerry Upton!” exclaimed the young woman, and her tone was full of joy. “Oh, how thankful I am that you have come!”
“What—what is the meaning of this?” asked Slocum, turning deadly pale.
“It means that you have been found out, Alexander Slocum,” replied our hero. “We have learned—”
“Darnley the boomer!” burst out Colonel Dartwell at this point. “So this is where you drifted to after the swindle at Silver Run.”
“Do you know him?” queried Jerry.
“Only too well. He was in Colorado for several years under the name of Chester Darnley. He is a boomer and all-around swindler.”
“It’s a—a falsehood,” burst from Alexander Slocum’s lips, but his voice trembled as he spoke.
“I can prove all I say,” said the colonel. “There are witnesses enough against you at Silver Run.”
Slocum was all but overcome. He sank in a chair, and a moment later one of the detectives came up and slipped a pair of handcuffs on his wrists.
The proprietor of the so-called sanitarium was also arrested, and both prisoners were driven down to the Brooklyn police station. A hearing was had, and the prisoners were held for trial.