"Yes, sir."
"And you are sure this is not the one?"
Andy looked carefully at the child, who had stood in a sort of wonder at the attention he was receiving.
"I am sure," said Andy, finally, "that this is not Regy Thorne; but he is dressed exactly as Regy was yesterday, or the day before. I did not see him yesterday."
"Dressed the same!" said the detective, exchanging meaning glances with his fellow-officer. "How do you explain that?" he inquired of Andy's enemy.
"I don't explain it," was the cool answer. "I suppose, however, that a great many children dress alike in these days when clothing is bought ready-made."
The detective looked at him shrewdly and turned to his companion.
"Get a carriage, Dan—that is, if this gentleman is prepared to pay for it."
"Certainly," was the reply. "And may I ask what the charge against me is?"
"I should suppose you might have guessed it by this time," answered the detective, with so much less respect in his manner that it was quite evident that he did not believe his prisoner as innocent as he would have it appear. "The charge against you isn't made yet, but I arrested you on suspicion of being implicated in the kidnapping of a little boy named Reginald Thorpe Thorne, and I shall take you to headquarters on that suspicion."