"He recognized me and invited me into a saloon to take a drink."
"And you accepted?"
"Yes, sir."
"I hardly approve of a boy of your age accepting such an invitation."
"I only drank a glass of sarsaparilla."
"I am glad to hear it. I have a son about your age, and I should be sorry to have him drink whisky."
"There is no danger of my doing that," said Mark quietly. "I have a good mother. For her sake, if not for my own, I would not drink liquor."
"That does you credit. Now as to your information it may prove important. Have you anything to corroborate your suspicion?"
"Yes, sir. Jack Minton seemed to have plenty of money. When he paid the barkeeper for our drinks I saw him pull out a roll of bills. When he was in New York he had no money at all, and succeeded in obtaining only twenty-five cents from his aunt."
"This is an important bit of information. I could order the arrest of Minton, however, on your information without orders from New York. I will telegraph to Inspector Byrnes, and will act in accordance with any orders I may receive from him."