“Now see here, Captain, I am Travers Gladwin”–––
“Oh, you are, eh?” sneered the captain, scarcely deigning to look at him. “Well, we’ll see about that. Where is the little Jap who notified me of this?”
Bateato had concealed himself behind a heavy piece of furniture and was yanked out into the open by a burly policeman.
“Here you,” growled the captain, shaking his hand at the Jap, “you’re Mr. Gladwin’s servant, you said––which one of these men is your master?”
Bateato locked his teeth together and refused even to smile.
“Which is your master? Answer me!” demanded Captain Stone.
“The poor little devil is frightened to death,” interposed the thief with a commiserating nod toward the Jap. He was playing his bluff to the limit.
“What scared him like that?” asked the captain.
“Oh, this gang here––some of the others got away––threatened to kill him.”