"
"I admit that I had not. See here, Mr. Bordine, _alias_ Barkswell, we may
as well come to an understanding. I consider you a dangerous man, and
propose to put you in a safe place."
At this moment a ring of cold steel touched the temple of Bordine, who
regarded the detective in silent astonishment.
A revolver was against his temple.
"What does this mean?" demanded Bordine.
"That you are my prisoner, forger and assassin!" hissed Silas Keene.
The next instant a pair of handcuffs were snapped over the young
engineer's wrists.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE DETECTIVE PUZZLED.
August Bordine stood handcuffed and a prisoner, his face the picture of
utter astoundment.
It was too dark, however, for the detective to note the look on the face
of the young engineer.
"I hope you will go with me peaceably," uttered Keene, as he clutched the
arm of his prisoner to lead him away.
"Mr. Keene, this is astounding. I thought you were my friend," finally
uttered the young engineer, in a voice quivering with emotion.
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