"Don't stand quibbling, man," roared Tod passionately. "YES!"
"I've got but one man in all the place. He have no boy with him, he
haven't."
"But he may know something of one. What's his name?"
"All the name he've given me is Jack."
"I dare say it's the same. Come! you are wasting time."
But Cookum, doubtful still, never moved. They were close to the door
now, and he had his back against it. Tod turned his head.
"Go for the two policemen, Johnny. They are both in readiness, Cookum.
I looked in at the station as I came by, to say I might want them."
Before I could get out, Cookum howled out to me _not_ to go, as one in
mortal fear. He took a latch-key from his pocket, and put it into the
latch of the door, which had no other fastening outside, not even a
handle. "You can open it yourself," said he to Tod, and slipped away.
It might have been a sort of kitchen but that it looked more like a
den, with nothing to light it but a dirty sky-light above. The floor
was of red brick; a tea-kettle boiled on the fire; there was a smell
of coffee. Alfred Arne stood on the defensive against the opposite
wall, a life-preserver in his hand, and his thin hair on end with
fright.
"I am here on a peaceable errand, if you will allow it to be so," said
Tod, shutting us in. "Is your name Arne?"
Arne dropped the life-preserver into the breast-pocket of his coat, and
came forward with something of a gentleman's courtesy.
"Yes, my name is Arne, Joseph Todhetley. And your mother--as I make no
doubt you know--was a very near relative of mine. If you damage me, you
will bring her name unpleasantly before the public, as well as your own
and your father's."
That he thought our errand was to demand back the fifty pounds, there
could be no doubt: perhaps to hand him into custody if he refused to
give it up.
"I have not come to damage you in any way," said Tod in answer. "Where's
Hugh?"