At the police station Jet was led in front of a high desk, and the officer said in reply to a question from the sergeant:
"Charged by the ticket-seller at the depot with passing counterfeit money."
The small prisoner was asked his name, age, and place of residence, to all of which he made truthful answers, and then he was searched thoroughly.
As a matter of course this could only result in the finding of the second bill, and the sergeant said, severely:
"I reckon this isn't his first offense of the same kind. Who sent you out to pass that money, my boy?"
Jet hesitated.
He had believed it would be possible for him to give such information to the inspector as would result in the arrest of the murderers, and was not willing to tell these officers the whole story.
"I didn't know the money was bad," he said, after a brief time of reflection. "Is that the only reason why you are going to keep me here?"
"Before the business is ended you'll find that to be serious enough."
"But is it all?"