"Come here, young man," said the officer. "Can you identify that pocketbook?"
"I can," said Andy.
"Is it yours?"
"When I went to bed, it was in the pocket of my coat, lying on that chair."
"It is certainly a wonderful pocketbook. I have just found it in that gentleman's pocket."
Fairfax's eyes were bent malignantly upon Andy. A light flashed upon him. Now, he recognized him.
"I know you," he said. "You are the man that stopped Colonel Preston, and tried to rob him."
"You lie, curse you!" exclaimed Fairfax, springing forward, and trying to throw himself upon Andy. But he was not quick enough. The officer had interposed, and seized him by the collar.
"Not so fast, Mr. Marvin, or whatever your name is. We don't allow any such games as that. Sit down till I want you."
The baffled adventurer was jerked into a chair, from which he continued to eye Andy savagely.