“Do you know anything about it?” said Mrs. Brackett in equal surprise.
“This gentleman gave me full particulars,” said Mr. Peters, pointing to his companion, a quiet man in black.
“Who is he?”
“Detective Badger, of New York.”
“I see the man I want,” said Badger, quietly. “George White, alias Jack Rugg, you are my prisoner!”
“No, it’s the boy you are to arrest,” said Mrs. Brackett, hurriedly.
“Pardon me, madam,” said the detective, “I know my man. Indeed he is well known to the metropolitan police.”
White tried to dash by, but unsuccessfully.
The detective brought out a pair of handcuffs, and, with the help of the constable, secured him.
Mrs. Brackett sank into a chair in consternation. She had had no idea of her brother’s desperate character, and was unable to utter a word. When the police authorities had carried away their prisoner, Mr. Dodge said to Mr. and Mrs. Brackett: