Con Riley, one of his men, then appeared in view.
"Got him, hey?" said Collig.
"They have him here in the boat."
"All right. Hand him over."
Still wondering how their father had known that the stranger was in the boat with them and wondering also why the police were on hand, the Hardy boys untied the ropes that bound their passenger's ankles, and helped him over the side. He was immediately seized by the officers, who proceeded to search his pockets.
"Here!" he protested. "What's all this about?"
"Well, Paul Blum," said Fenton Hardy, "you thought you'd made a getaway, didn't you?"
The man started.
"You have my name wrong," he muttered.
"Oh, no, I haven't," contradicted Mr. Hardy. "They tell me you were 'shoving the queer' down in Barmet village this morning."
The Hardy boys had been told by their father that 'shoving the queer' was the underworld expression for passing counterfeit money.
"Those Secret Service men would have caught you if the boat hadn't been handy,"
