Mr. Wadsworth. And then he had a long talk with Professor Potts.
The folks at the mansion had just finished dinner when visitors were announced. They proved to be Aaron Poole and an officer of the law, brought along to arrest Dave.
"I think you had better let me engineer this affair," said Mr. Wadsworth, and so it was agreed. He entered the reception room and shook hands formally with Aaron Poole.
"I came to get Dave Porter," said the money-lender, stiffly. "I am going to have him locked up."
"Mr. Poole, will you kindly step into the library with me?" answered Mr. Wadsworth.
"What for?"
"I wish to have a little conversation with you."
"It won't do any good. I'm going to have that Porter boy arrested, and that is all there is to it."
"I wished to see you about your son, Nat. Do you know that he stands in danger of arrest?"
"Arrest! Nat?" queried the money-lender, and the officer of the law looked at the rich manufacturer with interest.
"Yes. Come into the library, please."
"Want me?" asked the officer.
