“What are you driving at?” asked Nick.
“Oh, you need not try to fool me. I know what you want me to say.”
“Well, what do we want you to say?”
“You want to know if the blind beggar that hangs around the woods near the shop that is run by Jack Weeden is really a beggar or somebody else.”
“Supposing that we do, who is the man?”
“He might be just a blind beggar, and then he might be——”
Just as Pete Deck was going to finish his sentence, the door was opened, and two policemen dragging between them a struggling prisoner entered the room.
“Billy Young! The very man that we want; this is good fortune, indeed!” cried the inspector.
“Great heavens! Young, how did you come to be brought here?” exclaimed Pete Deck. “I thought that you were over in Astoria.”
“Shut up, you fool!” growled Young.