Walker of the Secret Service
He looked me over.
“You are only a boy,” he said. “How did you get mixed up in this business?”
I was, myself, now astonished. I realized that the man was an officer and that I had finally, in some manner, got into the clutches of the law. It all seemed so incredible that I did not undertake to make any reply to the man’s inquiry. He asked me to go with him and I put on my hat and went without a word.
The circus was on that day at a rather large city.
We took a street car to the post-office, a big, white building in the center of a public square. We got into the elevator and went up to the second floor. The man took me along a narrow hall and into a room which was entirely empty. Here he bade me wait, and went through a door into an adjoining room.
I remained for some time quite alone. The sounds of the city came up to me, but I seemed in some deserted place far from any one.
Finally the officer, who had arrested me, came back, opened the door and asked me to go in. He closed the door behind me and went out into the hall.
I found myself in a big sunlit room.
There was a table with several leather-bound
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