In a moment more the officer pounced on him.
"I've got you at last, Mason!"
"Curse you—shoot! Kill me!" yelled the maddened man.
"No. I'll reserve your life for a prison cell, so you may repent of your sins at your leisure, and ultimately become a reformed man!"
He held the rascal down by main force.
The shot brought Mr. Dalton and his daughter from the house, and as they rushed over to the spot, the broker cried joyfully:
"So you've got him, eh?"
"Yes; got both," replied the detective.
"Thank Heaven for that!"
"Mason, what's in that package?"