has just stolen a map belonging to this gentleman," and he indicated Abe.
"My son stolen a map!" exclaimed Mr. Foger. "How dare you make such an accusation, Tom Swift?"
"I dare, because it's true! And, unless that map is returned to me at my house to-night I shall swear out a warrant for Andy's arrest."
"You'd never dare do that!"
"Wait and see!" spoke Tom, firmly. "I will give your son, or you, exactly five hours to return that map—if it isn't back in my hands by then, I'll get a warrant!"
"Preposterous! Stuff and nonsense!" blustered Mr. Foger. "My son never stole anything!"
"He stole this map, and there is plenty of evidence," went on Tom, as he detailed the circumstances.
Mr. Foger hemmed and hawed, and affected not to believe that anything of the kind could have happened. But Tom was firm, and Abe Abercrombie backed up his statements, until even the banker began to waver.
"Very well," he announced at length, "I will look into this matter, and if I find that my son has anything of yours, you shall have it back. But I cannot believe it. Perhaps he took it as a joke."
"In which case," spoke Tom grimly, "he will
