"Give it to me."
Ben drew fro his vest-pocket three dollars and sixty-five cents, with which he had been provided, and tendered them to the young man, who eagerly took them.
"Much obliged," said Smithson, looking elated at the supposed success of his plan.
Just then, a quiet-looking man, a detective in citizen's clothes, stepped up and laid his hand on the swindler's arm.
"Mr. Smithson, I want you."
"What for?" inquired Smithson, turning pale.
"For passing a counterfeit bill."
"I have passed no counterfeit," faltered Smithson.
"You employed this boy to do it for you."
"There's some mistake," said Smithson stammering. "You can't prove anything."