He made his way to the fashionable quarter of the city, and rang the bell at the Benson mansion. It was a long time before there was an answer, and then the butler put his head outside.
“Is Mr. Benson in?” asked Jim.
“No,” and before he could ask when he would be in, the door was slammed and locked in his face.
Then he pondered what he would do. Of course Tom Cooper would try and get away, and he would take the girl with him, and there was a fortune for her in the will of her grandfather.
Thinking this, Jim thought there was no time to lose, so he went to the telephone.
“Is this the police headquarters?”
“Yes.”
“Is there a man there by the name of Arkwright?”
“Yes; do you want to talk with him?”
“Yes.”