"Why, Dudley!" says Peggy, openin' her eyes wide. "You know----"

"Hush up!" whispers Brother.

"Sha'nt!" says Marjorie. "I was driving, Mr. Officer."

"Rot!" says Dudley. "Pay no attention to her, Sergeant."

"Suit yourself," says the Sergeant. "I'd just as soon lock up two as
one. Then we'll be sure."

"There! You see!" says Brother. "You aren't helping any. Now keep
out, will you?"

"But, Dudley----" protests Marjorie.

"That'll do," says the Sergeant. "You'll have plenty of time to talk
it over afterwards. Hospital case, eh? Then we can't take bail.
Names, now!"

And it's while their names are bein' put on the blotter that I slides
out, hunts up a pay station, and gets Mr. Robert on the 'phone.
"Better lug along a good-sized roll," says I, after I've explained the
case, "and start a lawyer or two this way. You'll need 'em."

"I will," says Mr. Robert. "And you'll meet me at the station, will
you?"

"Later on," says I. "I want to try a little sleuthin' first."