“You are Ballard?”

“I am Ballard.”

“Are you man or devil?”

“I suppose you think I ought to be floating on the sea?”

“I thought you were at the bottom of the sea, and how you escaped to face me I can’t tell.”

“I’ll tell you all about it some day, Denman, but, in the meantime, do you mean fight, or does your flag come down?”

“My flag comes down.  The game is up with me.”

“Well, sit down.”

The smuggler sat down.

“I’ve got the thing down pretty fine on you, Denman.”

“I should say so.  You were on the island?”

“I was.”

“You are the man who laid out some of the crew?”

“I am the culprit.”

“You beat ’em all!”

“Well, I reckon I’ve run this racket pretty well.”

“How did you get ashore?”

“You wouldn’t believe.”

“I’ll take your word for anything.”

“I swam ashore.”

“You’re a good swimmer.”

“I am.”

“How did you snake us out down at the island?”

“I’ve been picking up facts for some time.”

“Spencer Vance and you were ‘laying in’ together?”

“Well, yes.”

“Where is Vance?”

“He is here.”

“Where?”

“I am Vance!”

“What!” ejaculated the smuggler.

“Ballard and Vance both wear the same hats.”

“This does get me.”

“Yes, I reckon I’ve got you.”

“And now, what’s your play?”

“You will go to Ludlow Street.”

We will explain to our rural readers that Ludlow Street is the location of a prison where all revenue prisoners are confined.

Denman had been in Ludlow Street.  He knew well enough what the detective’s declaration meant.

“How about bail?”

“No bail.”

“I’ve good bondsman.”

“That’s all right.”

A moment Denman was silent and thoughtful, but at length said: 

“Are you on the make?”

“What have you to offer?”

“You can drop to a big sum.”

“How big?”

“Three or four thousand.”

The detective smiled, and answered

“I’m in for more than that; remember the value of what’s in your storehouse on the island.”

“You have that down?”

“I’ve been in there; your crew know it by this time if they have rummaged around any.  I was there when you decided to come on to New York and notify your principals.”

The smuggler gazed at the detective with an expression of wonderment upon his face,

“You were there?”

“Yes.”

“Where were you when we searched?”

“I was stowed away.”

“And we missed you?”

“If you hadn’t I would not be here now.”

“You’re right.  I’m blowed if you don’t get me, but you’re entitled to win.  Still we can come to a compromise,”