"Exactly what I said. Don't keep him waiting, and come back here at once if they let you go to-day."
This last remark was yet more mysterious than the first, but Jet did not have an opportunity to ask any more questions, for at this instant the stranger took him by the arm, saying as he did so:
"Now walk sharp. I've lost too much time already."
There was no other alternative but to obey, for the man literally dragged him through the crowds on the sidewalks, and continued on at a rapid pace until the two were at the entrance of Police Headquarters.
"What am I to go in there for?" Jet asked, as he tried to hold back.
"The inspector wants to see you," the man replied, and the boy ceased any show of resistance, for he began to realize that he was a prisoner, although on what charge he could not so much as guess.
Ten minutes later he was standing in front of the inspector, and that gentleman was gazing at him scrutinizingly.
"What is your name?" he asked abruptly, and when the answer had been given be continued by inquiring into all the particulars of his short life, until Jet cried in desperation:
"What do you think I have done, sir?"
"That remains to be seen," was the unsatisfactory reply, as, after writing down all the boy had said, the inspector summoned a man in the garb of an ordinary citizen, to whom he handed the paper as he said in a low tone: "Find out if this is correct, and come back at once."