wishing to know where that man went."

"I don't care anything about your private reasons. If you don't want to buy
a ticket, get away from that window and don't annoy me."

"Very well," meekly answered the detective.

He thereupon stepped through the door into the agent's office, and the man
scowled, and glared at him and roared:

"What in thunder do you want in here, anyway?"

"I've come in to arrest you," quietly answered the old detective, as he
showed his badge. "I'm a detective, as you can plainly see, and the man I
inquired about is a fugitive smuggler. As you are aiding him to escape, by
withholding the information I want, you must be an accessory of his. As
such, you'll have to go to jail!"

The man wilted.

All his lordly, overbearing manners vanished.

Turning as pale as death and trembling like an aspen, he gasped
tremulously:

"For pity's sake don't lock me up. I didn't know the circumstances."

"You're an unmannerly dog."

"I know it, sir. I'm sorry if I offended you."