"Money. About $30,000," growled the man in surly tones.
"Is that the money you stole from Mr. Dalton's office?"
"Yes. I may as well own up to it now."
"Mr. Dalton, take your property."
"I shall," replied the broker, seizing the parcel.
Just then Harry came along with Johnson in tow, and the two prisoners were handcuffed together, and were taken to Swamp Angel and locked up.
As Mr. Dalton was anxious to get back to New York, the detectives got their three prisoners and accompanied the broker and his daughter north a few days later, and they finally reached the metropolis.
Of course everybody was surprised to see the broker appear alive and well, after believing so long he was dead and buried.
In due time Roland Mason and his two negro pals were put on trial for their many offenses, and the testimony of the Bradys convicted them.
Their sentences were the extreme limit, and they went to Sing Sing.