"Out with it!" and the hand of the New York spotter caught the old man's arm and pulled him suddenly forward. "They know this scarred face of yours beyond Melbourne, and if they once have you in their hands they won't give you up very readily."
"I'll tell if you'll let me go."
"The truth, then."
"It's a bargain, eh?"
"Yes."
"I came here to help Merle."
"I don't know Merle."
"You don't, eh? You are not Roland Riggs; you have eyes like——"
The old man paused.
"Eyes like who?" queried the detective.