"The works are in Cleveland," answered the great inventor. "You
can see them by calling there."

"But where is the arsenal? I understand it was situated here."

"Your information is correct," replied the young man. "That is it,
across the road."

Casting his eye in the direction indicated, the officer saw a
rickety woodshed about seven feet by nine in size.

Observing the smile of amused incredulity that played upon the
features of his questioner, Wilcox reiterated, with an air of half
offended dignity,--

"That's it. We keep our seven-shooters there. But look here;
before this thing goes any further, I want to know who you are."

"Oh, certainly, sir," answered the stranger. "You will find
nothing about me that I care to keep concealed. I am a special
agent of the post-office department, and my business here is to
arrest you."

"Why, what have I done to warrant such a visit?" queried youthful
innocence.

"I shall be happy to make that point clear to you," replied the
detective, "though I am afraid the enlightenment will come too late
to prove of much service to you. In using the mails for the
purpose of swindling, you have violated the laws of the country,