“But I haven’t time,” Barnes objected. “It’s most horribly important that I should find”–––
“Chop it! Chop it! You’ll come with me, and you’ll lug that infant. If you won’t come quiet I’ll slip the nippers on you.”
Barnes realized the hopelessness of the situation and looked about him wildly.
“Stop that taxicab, officer,” he urged, as he saw one of the vehicles approaching. “I can’t walk like this. I’ll pay the fare––I’ll pay everything.”
McGinnis consented to this arrangement. The taxicab stopped. A few minutes later it bore the sergeant, his prisoner and the still howling infant to the threshold of the East Eighty-eighth street police station.
McGinnis consented to carry the infant as they got out and once inside the station lost no time in turning it over to the matron.
“Hello, McGinnis,” said Lieut. Einstein from the desk; “what’s all this?”
McGinnis explained in a few crisp sentences.
“Is the captain in, Lieutenant?” he asked. “This young fellow is after trying to bribe me.”