"I never said a word to him about you or anybody else," said Casper, looking Claus squarely in the eye.
"Did you say anything to Mr. Wiggins about it?"
"Never a word. There might have been a detective in the office while you were there."
"A detective? Who was it?"
"I am sure I don't know. But if he knew your name, there was where he got it. You went up to the pool-room after you got through there? Well, did anybody follow you up to see what your name was?"
"There was nobody up there that I saw, and I took mighty good care to watch out. I threatened him with the police for addressing me by that name, and he just as good as told me to go and get them."
"What made you say police at all? What had he done?"
"I wanted him to get the box and let me read the papers in it, because I wanted to be sure that they were intended for me; but he would not do it."
"Of course he would not!" exclaimed Casper, in disgust. "That was a pretty way to do business, wasn't it?"
"I calculated, if he brought the box in there, to steal it away from them," said Claus. "If I once got out on the street, I would like to see anybody catch me. I would have hung around this city for a month but that I would have got away with it."