“You better go and find him,” urged Travers Gladwin. “He’s in an awful state.”
“No,” countermanded Kearney, “never mind him now.”
“But you’re wasting time here,” persisted Gladwin. “I can look after this room.”
“Oh, no, you can’t!” Kearney flashed back.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re under arrest. I was after you when I happened to find the other fellow. I haven’t any idea you’ll try and escape, Mr. Gladwin, but a warrant is a warrant and duty’s duty.”
“But that warrant wasn’t meant for me.”
“No?”
Kearney’s eyes widened with surprise. “Was the girl running off with that crook?” he asked quickly.