"Possibly. If so, you'll be released, especially as there are other charges against you. Guard him, men, while I search the house."
"Here, boy, show me where my young friend is concealed," said Baker to Daniel, who was timidly peeping in at the door.
A minute later and Baker cut the cords that confined the hands and feet of Grit.
"Now," said he quickly, "have you discovered anything that will be of service to me?"
Grit opened for him the dark passage. The detective walked to the end, and saw the room into which it opened.
"Do you know, Grit," he said, on his return, "you have done a splendid day's work? With your help I have discovered the headquarters of a bold and desperate gang of thieves, which has long baffled the efforts of the Boston police. There is a standing reward of two thousand dollars for their discovery, to which you will be entitled."
"No, sir; it belongs to you," said Grit modestly. "I could have done nothing without you."
"Nor I without your information. But we can discuss this hereafter."
Johnson ground his teeth when Grit was brought upstairs, free, to see him handcuffed and helpless.
"I believe you are at the bottom of this, you young rascal!" he said.