“Maybe I had better go to headquarters with you,” suggested Dan to Dick.
“Yes, you’ll have to go,” put in one of the policemen.
The ride was not a long one, and as soon as the prisoners were brought in, Dick explained the situation and asked that the authorities in Brooklyn communicate with those in New York. This was done, and then Pelter, Japson, and Fogg were held for a further hearing.
“Can’t we get bail?” demanded the lawyer.
“Certainly, if you wish,” was the reply. And then the amount was fixed, and the prisoners sent out a messenger, to see if they could not get somebody to go on their bail bonds.
Dick’s parting with Baxter was very cordial. The oldest Rover boy realized that the former bully of Putnam Hall was greatly changed and that he had done him a great service.
“I wish you all kinds of luck, Dan,” he said. “You’ve got a nice position and a fine girl, and you ought to do well.”
“Do you like her, Dick?” and Dan blushed a little. “We expect to be married soon.”
“Well, I am going to be married myself before long.”
“Is that so? Good enough! I guess I know the girl,” and Dan grinned.
“You do, Dan.”
“Give her my best regards, and tell her I think she is getting the best fellow in the world!” said Baxter, and shook Dick’s hand. And thus the two former enemies parted.
Dick had already called up Mr. Powell on the telephone, telling the lawyer of what had occurred. Now he engaged a taxicab to take him to the place which he had started out to visit when coming to Brooklyn. It was rather late, but the lawyer had persuaded the people he had come to see to wait.
An interview lasting over an hour followed. The lawyer had already explained many things, and now Dick told of others.
“You have opened our eyes, Mr. Rover,” said one of the men present, when Dick had finished. “We rather suspected Pelter, Japson & Company and we were bewildered by what your father proposed to do. Now all is perfectly clear, and, if you wish us to do so, we’ll stand by your father to the end.”
“Thank you very much!” cried the youth, in delight.
“Your father is not very well, you say,” said another of the men. “In that case——”
“I am going to transact his business for him, after this,” answered Dick. “He is going to place it in my hands.”
“You are rather young, Mr. Rover. But the way you handled those brokers shows you can do things. I wish you success.”
“I shall rely upon Mr. Powell for assistance,” said Dick.
“And I’ll do what I can,” put in the lawyer.
When Dick got back to the Outlook Hotel it was quite late. But he had telephoned to his father, so Mr. Rover was not alarmed. The youth found his parent smiling pleasantly.
“Good news all around!” cried Anderson Rover.
“Then you’ve heard from Sam?” asked Dick, quickly.