“Rather a large contract,” drawled Barnes. “But I say, Travers, if that fellow is going to steal your pictures it sort of sizes up as a case for the police.”
“Of course,” agreed Gladwin. “I was just thinking of that. Where’s that man of mine? Bateato! Bateato!”
Bateato responded with the swift obedience of a jinn rising from a miraculous bottle.
“Ees, sair,” and the little son of Nippon stood stiffly at attention. “Ladies run off in autbile,” he volunteered as his master hesitated.
“Never mind that––I want you to find a policeman,” commanded Gladwin.
“Pleesman––where I find him?” asked Bateato in alarm, recalling his uncomfortable experience with Officer 666.
“Try a saloon,” said Gladwin. “And when you’ve found him, bring him here quick!”
“Ladies steal something?” ventured the Jap, starting for the door. “Autbile go fast like winds.”
“Some one is going to try and steal something,” replied the young man. “We must see that they don’t. Hurry, now!”