"Are you going to handcuff _him?_" asked the burglar, indicating Fred.

 

"No."

 

"Why not? Why should you treat him better than me?"

 

"I don't think he is guilty; but even if he is I am not afraid of his running away."

 

"You are deceived in him. He looks innocent enough, but he has been concerned in a dozen burglaries."

 

"I hear considerable news about myself," said Fred, "but the truth will come out at last."

 

As the party passed through the streets they naturally attracted considerable attention. Though a criminal, Palmer had for years evaded arrest, and he felt mortified at the position in which he was placed. He reflected bitterly that but for the mistake of the hotel clerk, he might be at ease with his booty on the Canada side. As it was, things seemed to have worked steadily against him, notwithstanding his clever schemes. A long term of imprisonment stared him in the face, instead of a couple of years of luxury on which he had counted. If he could only involve Fred in his own misfortune it would be partial satisfaction. To effect this he was prepared to swear to anything and everything.

 

Fred, though only nominally a prisoner, felt very uncomfortable. He was saved from the disgrace of being handcuffed, and was consoled by knowing that not even the detective believed him guilty of any connection with the burglary. Still he was not his own master, to come and go as he pleased, and it was not certain that he would be able to go back to New York the next day as he had planned. Circumstances thus far had worked against him, but there was to be a turn in the tide. As they walked through the streets on the way to the station house, where Palmer was to be locked up for safekeeping, they met a man whose dress showed him to be an employee of the Erie road.

 

"Mr. Ferguson," said Fred eagerly, "that is the conductor of one of my trains. He will tell you that I am the train-boy."

 

The conductor had just discovered and recognized Fred.

 

"You are staying over, like me," he said.

 

"Yes, I have permission."

 

"And so have I. I have a brother living here, and got two days off. Where are you stopping?"

 

"At the Lynch House. Will you tell this gentleman that I am an Erie train boy?"

 

"Certainly; but why is that necessary?" asked the conductor in surprise.

 

"I will tell you later. Mr. Ferguson, have you any questions to ask?"

 

"Was this boy on your train yesterday?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Did he get on at Elmira?"

 

"Certainly not. He came all the way from New York."

 

"It is false!" said Palmer.

 

"What does he mean, Fred?" asked the conductor.

 

"He committed a burglary at Elmira yesterday afternoon, and is trying to make out that I was connected with it."

 

"There he tells a falsehood," said the conductor bluntly. "I saw you on the train through the entire journey."

 

"A very good alibi, Fred," said the detective. "Mr. Lawrence, after this testimony it is hardly necessary for me to hold the boy. Are you satisfied that I should let him go free?"

 

"Entirely so. I felt from the first that he was innocent."

 

"Then, Fred, you may consider yourself at liberty to go where you please. I am as glad as you are that you are freed from suspicion."

 

"Thank you, sir. I will go with you as far as the lock-up."

 

Palmer scowled at him, but saw that it was useless to persist in his charges against the boy, and walked on with head bent, reflecting bitterly that he had not only lost the proceeds of the burglary, but his freedom besides. He could see now that but for his secreting the stolen watch and chain in Fred's bundle, he would probably have escaped scot free. As for the present, at least, we shall have nothing more to do with F. Grant Palmer, it may be briefly set down that after a speedy trial he was found guilty by the jury without leaving their seats. He was sentenced to seven years' imprisonment, and is now serving out his term at Auburn.

 

Daring the remainder of his stay at Niagara, Fred used his time to advantage, and it was with a thankful heart that he took his place on the through train to New York the next morning. Just before starting, Mr. Lawrence appeared on the platform, and handed him a small package covered with brown paper.

 

"Have you a pocket where this will be safe?" he asked.

 

"Yes, sir."

 

"Then put it away, and open it when you arrive home."

 

"Thank you, sir."

 

Fred's attention was taken up by his duties as train boy, and he gave no thought to the package, though he............