In a twinkling of an eye he was on his feet again, but with a pair of steel bracelets on his wrists, and after a few hurried words between Old Spicer and the two detectives, he was marched away to Inspector Byrnes' office.
"That's all right," said Old Spicer, in a tone of quiet satisfaction, when they were gone. "Now I can attend to the other matter," and he took the Third Avenue elevated road to Harlem River.
Two hours and a half later he returned, and met Killett, Stark and Rouse in the inspector's office.
"I am very glad indeed to find you here," he said. "I was afraid I might have to leave without seeing you."
"Why, what do you mean?" asked Killett, in a tone of wonder.
"I'm going to Connecticut," replied Spicer.
"What, and give up the chase for Bissell, Hawks and Bunce?"
"They will all be there by the time I am," said the old man, quietly.
"How's that?" asked Killett, in great surprise.
"They are all passengers on board the schooner Bouncing Betsey, which will land them in the neighborhood of Stony Creek, and I already have my men on the lookout for them there."