CHAPTER XLIX

The Questioning of Lacy It was late in the afternoon when a detective, who was apparently killing time in the Commercial Road, saw a familiar face. "Lacy, if I'm not mistaken," he said, and caught his man scientifically. "What's wrong, Johnson?" asked the prisoner innocently. "I don't remember that the police have got anything against me?" "You'll take a little walk with me," said the detective, and Lacy, who did not know what was in store for him, or he would have fought, meekly accompanied his captor to the neare…