"I suppose the bills you found in the pile of dirt are in the sergeant's hands," he said, half to himself, when Jet concluded.
"I reckon so; anyway, they took both away from me."
"We will go up stairs and look at them. If I'm not mistaken, my boy, we shall run to earth the gang who are flooding the country with the most dangerous counterfeit known, at the same time that we bag the murderers. Do you think you could lead me to the house in the woods?"
"I'm certain of it; but we shall have to walk a long distance."
"I wouldn't grumble if it was fifty miles, providing we finally succeeded. Come with me."
Again he summoned the turnkey, ordered him to open the door, and said to Jet:
"Follow me."
"Ain't they goin' to keep me here any longer?"
"I should say not. You heard what the sergeant said, and we must be out of this town within an hour."
Jet followed his conductor up stairs, and in a few moments the two were in earnest consultation with the Albany Chief of Police.