It needed no divination to guess what it meant, and it was almost with a sigh of relief that he saw the door open and a policeman enter.
He rose to his feet and drew himself up as the man approached.
“Is your name Cruden Reginald?” said the officer.
“No; it’s Reginald Cruden.”
“You call yourself Cruden Reginald?”
“I have done so; yes.”
“Then I must trouble you to come along with me, young gentleman.”
“Very well,” said Reginald, quietly. “What am I charged with?”
“Conspiracy to defraud, that’s what’s on the warrant. Are you ready now?”
“Yes, quite ready. Where are you going to take me?”