“A friend of mine, a boy, has been kidnapped. One of the men who carried him away is in that restaurant yonder. If you will only take him and the man with him to the police station, I am sure I can convince you that they both deserve arrest.”
Tom briefly narrated the story of the kidnapping.
“Come on, me lad,” ordered the policeman. “It’s a case for the captain. Sure I’ll take them in the act. This’ll get in the newspapers, and Officer Lahey’s name along with it. Show me the rascals, me young friend, and I’ll do the rest.”
Tom entered the restaurant, the officer following him. At one side of the place there were half a dozen partitioned-off compartments. As they neared the fourth one of the tier Tom heard the man he had brought there speak out:
“I will only pay the five hundred, as I promised.”
“It’s five thousand, or you never see the boy again.”
“I arrest both of yez!” here announced the policeman, stalking into the compartment, and placing a hand on the shoulder of each of the two men, who arose in alarm to their feet.
“What’s this?” snapped out Brady.
“Resisting an officer of the law, are yez?” shouted the policeman, as Brady tried to escape his clutch, and he shaking the culprit till his teeth chattered,
“Donner! I am lost!” gasped the other prisoner.