“To New York.”
“What friends have you there?”
“A guardian.”
“His name.”
“Cornelius McCracken.”
“Are you alone on the boat?”
“No, sir. I have a friend with me—Mr. Joshua Stackpole. There he comes now.”
Mr. Stackpole looked surprised as he saw Bernard and the detective together.
“What’s all this?” he asked.
“Mr. Stackpole, I have been under the painful necessity of arresting your young friend.”