[CHAPTER XXVII]
THE SLOW WATCH
“Well, what do you want?” growled Hogan, for he seemed to feel that attention was centered on him.
“Nothing much—no more than usual, that is,” said one of the detectives, to whom the story of the looted valise had been told. “Where did you put the stuff you got from this gentleman’s bag some time last Spring?” was the sharp question.
“Whose bag?” Hogan wanted to know, with a frown.
“Mine!” exclaimed Reggie. “That is, if you’re the man. It was a yellow bag, with lions’ heads on the clasps and it contained a Swiss watch, with a gold face; some jewelry, including a bracelet of red stones was also taken.”
Hogan started as this catalog was gone over.
“Now look here!” broke in the officer. “These gentlemen are willing to make some concessions to you.”
“Yes?” spoke Hogan, non-committally. He seemed easier now.
“Yes. If you’ll own up, and give back what you’ve got left we’ll call it off, providing you get out of the State and keep out.”