Manson was a rich broker, whose name had been forged to the check. He was found at his office and came over to the bank immediately. Taking the check, which was for $10,000, he made a close examination of it.
"I never gave that check to any one," he said. "It is a forgery, but such a good one that ordinarily I would not be able to detect it myself."
"I took it in good faith," said the stranger. "Can you swear it was forged?"
"Yes, for I have given out no check for that amount to-day."
"The date is nothing. Is that your signature?"
"It is very much like it, but I did not write it, nor did I ever give a check to any such party."
"You will swear to that?" Barron asked him.
"Yes–a thousand times."
"Then I'll take the responsibility of the man's arrest and prosecution. You may take him away, officer."
The policeman led his prisoner out, and a dozen prominent brokers got around Barron to congratulate him on the arrest. Barron looked around and saw Fred standing near the door, still holding the revolver in his hand.