"I tell you I have none," and the superintendent started to go away.
Instantly Burdoch had him by the throat.
"Now search his pockets, McKee."
"You will repent this outrage," said Nelson Hawk, in a choking voice.
"I will risk that."
From his pockets a bunch of keys was taken by McKee, and one of them was found to fit the door.
Burdoch inserted it in the lock, and in a moment the door swung back, revealing Gerald, who gladly stepped outside.
"You scoundrel!" said Burdoch, shaking his fist in the superintendent's face. "Now tell your story, Gerald."
Gerald did so.
"What have you to say for yourself, Hawk?" demanded Burdoch.