"What do you want, gentlemen?" he asked.
"Is that the man?" asked the sergeant of Jack.
"Yes."
"Secure him."
"I know him," said Foley, with a glance of hatred directed at Jack. "He's a thief. He's been in my employ, but he's run away with fifty dollars belonging to me."
"I don't care about stealing the kind of money you deal in," said Jack, coolly. "It's all a lie this man tells you."
"Why do you arrest me?" said Foley. "It's an outrage. You have no right to enter my house like this."
"What is your business?" demanded the police sergeant.
"I'm a physician."
"If you are telling the truth, no harm will be done you. Meanwhile, we must search your house. Where is that secret staircase?"