“Well, I should think I might know it,” I answered, somewhat testily. “I’ve been sucked in, fooled, played with—it’s a wonder I wasn’t killed.”
“Which you might have been if it hadn’t been for our friend here,” he answered, glancing at the young man who had appeared upon the rocks. “It’s all right though. You’ve tracked ’em here, and that’s been the means of bringing about just what we want, or will be. This young man is going to show us the way into the sewer, he says.”
“To turn informer?” said I. “Why, he’s one of the gang, you know.”
“Yes, yes, and here come my gang down the rocks at last. Now, then, young man, pilot the way, and I’ll make it worth your while, you can be very sure.”
He raised his lantern, which he had drawn from his pocket, and threw its light before the villain’s face, starting back as he did so with an exclamation of surprise.
“Dave! Dave Doyle! It can’t be,” he burst out.
“But it is, though, Mr. Brady,” was the quiet reply. “You wouldn’t trust me, so I had to do this job myself. I’ve done it too. Call your men, get ready your revolvers. I’m going to show you the secret way into the sewer, and there’s nothing in the world to prevent you from capturing the whole gang.”
Note.—Well, I own I was surprised when my lantern suddenly revealed Dave standing there upon the rocks.