"
"Come along; I will put you on to him right away."
The two men started over toward the ferries.
"Will you stand a carriage?" asked the detective.
"What do you want of a carriage?"
"I must get back to go on duty."
"We don't want any carriage."
The man was struck with a shade of suspicion.
"Where are we to go?"
"To Ludlow Street."
The man started back and turned pale.
"To Ludlow Street!" he ejaculated.
"Yes."
"What do you mean?"
"Come with me to Ludlow Street, and I will point out Vance to
you."
"See here, Johnny, you are up to a smart trick, you are."
"Am I?"
"Yes."
"What is it you're up to, my friend?"
The man looked around. No one was near. The detective was
studying the rascal's movements.
The fellow suddenly drew a club; but he was matched.
"Hold on! What do you mean?" he demanded.
"What do you mean? Drop that club."
"Who are you?"
"I'm the man you're looking for, Johnny."
"The man I'm looking for?"
"Yes."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Vance."
"Oh, go 'long!" exclaimed the ruffian, in a derisive tone.
"I'm your man! Now, what information have you got for me?"
"You can't play me," said the fellow.
"No; nor can you play me. Listen: how much are you to get for
laying me out?"
The man turned pale and made no answer; he glanced backward;
it was evident he had reached the conclusion that it was time
for him to leave.
"Don't think of going, Johnny, I want you to answer my
question.
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