He dragged the resisting figure into the light and laughed as he looked down into the face.
"You?" he cried. "I thought you were up to something mean and startling. Come with me!"
He fell back with the prisoner in his grip, for he had looked into the scarred face of Old Danny of Melbourne.
The detective dragged his man back to the hotel and forced him up to the room to which he had been assigned.
There he thrust the old man into a chair and looked triumphantly at him.
Old Danny showed a pair of blazing eyes and growled like a maddened beast.
"You've left Melbourne, I see?" said Old Broadbrim.
No answer.
"Who pays you to watch people on the street?"
"No one. I was watching no one."