Part 60 (2/2)
”We will see about that later. Where are Hardwick and Allen?”
”I don't know dem,” replied the tough, sullenly.
”All right; then you want to take the whole responsibility of this matter on your own shoulders!”
At this the tough winced. It was putting the matter in a different light.
”Say, supposin' I put you on to dere game, will yer be easy wid me?”
”That depends on how much you have to tell,” said Hal.
”I knows more dan da t'inks I do.”
”About what?”
”About dem--never mind. I know wot you are after, an' don't fergit it!”
”The tin box?”
Macklin nodded
”Who has it, Hardwick or Allen?”
”I ain't sayin' anyt'ing.”
”All right, officer, take him to the station-house, and I will go along and make a charge.”
”No, no!” cried Macklin. ”I wasn't goin ter do yer, I was only goin' ter take yer to an old house up der river, an' Hardwick and Allen was goin'
ter settle wid yer in der mornin'.”
”Where is the old house?”
”Der Flack mansion.”
”I know the place,” said the policeman. ”It has been unoccupied for years.”
”What time were they coming up?”
”Hardwick said at eight o'clock sharp,” replied Macklin. He seemed anxious now to inform on his companions in villainy.
”Very well, we will see what happens at that time,” returned Hal, briefly.
His words meant a good deal.
CHAPTER x.x.x.
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