"Yes," answered our hero.
"Well, you've got what you wanted," said Martin, smiling maliciously. "I know'd you'd never find me if I didn't send out for you. Was there anything partic'lar you wish to say to me?"
"Yes," said Rufus, bluntly. "I want you to give me back that tin box you stole from me the other day."
"What do I know about any tin box?" asked Martin, not knowing that it had been spoken of by Humpy in the street.
"You needn't deny it, Mr. Martin. The boy you sent after me told me you took it."
"He did, did he?" said Martin, seeing that he must try another tack. "Well, s'posin' I did, what then?"
"The law may have something to say. You'll stand a chance of going to Sing Sing for a few years."
"You'd have to prove I took it," said Martin, uneasily. "I only told the boy to say so, so's to get you in here. I read about the robbery in the papers."
"I recognized you at the time, and am ready to swear to you," said Rufus, firmly.
This was rather imprudent, for it made Martin even more determined to prevent our hero's escape.