"Vot for?"
"I'll show you in a moment."
The broker sat down and Harry seized him and held him there.
At the same moment Old King Brady grabbed him by the left foot, gave it a tug and the struggling man gave a yell, and demanded, excitedly, as the boot slipped off and remained in the detective's hand:
"Py shiminey, vot yer mean py dot outrages alretty?"
"We think you are cheating the government," replied Old King Brady.
"Vot? Me? You vas grazy!"
"Am I?" blandly asked Old King Brady.
"Sure you are! Vot mein boot vas got mit it ter do?"
"I'll show you, my innocent friend," grimly replied the old detective, as he drew out his pocket knife.