"Say," ground out Tapp, vainly endeavoring to free himself, "let me up.
It will pay you. Say, I can tell you something great."
"Can you?" smiled Andy calmly. "Tell it to the police."
"Hold on," proceeded Tapp. "I'm not fooling. I know something. I can put you on to something big."
"How big?" insinuated Andy, disbelievingly.
"I can, I vow I can! I'm in dead earnest. Say, Wildwood, nobody knows it but me—you're an heir—"
"Eh? Bosh! I guess your heir is all hot air. Ah, here comes the policeman—oh, gracious! My aunt!"
Andy Wildwood let go his hold of Jim Tapp. With startled eyes, in sheer dismay he stared at a woman approaching them, her curiosity aroused by the crowd.
It was his aunt, Miss Lavinia Talcott.