"He made quite a rich haul."
"As we know about where to find him," answered Harry, "we may be able to recover the booty when we go after him."
Just then a little old man with a gray beard came waddling out of Bridge street, clad in a blue jumper and an old felt hat.
The moment Harry saw him he sprang forward, clutched him by the arm, swung him around, and said:
"Martin Kelly, the junk man!"
"Gosh!" exclaimed the old fellow. "Ther detectives."
"Yes, and we are going to arrest you, Martin, for your connection with the case of the drowned man you brought to the morgue."
"What fer?" tremulously asked the old man, beginning to get frightened.
"Oh, we saw you, Ronald Mason and the coon fooling with that corpse in your boat on the river before you brought it to the morgue, and we want to know what you were up to."
"I'll tell, if yer don't jail me, Mr. Brady."