"You bin a detective, huh? Dot's it, a detective?"
"Yes."
"You got some bapers for him?"
"That's my business," said Kouka, advancing menacingly toward Koerner. "You tell where he is or I'll run the whole family in. Here," he said suddenly, a thought having occurred to him, "put 'em under arrest, both of 'em!"
The old man shuffled backward, leaned against the table for support and raised his crutch for protection.
"You better look oudt, Mis'er Detective," said Koerner. "You'd better look oudt. Py Gott--"
Kouka stopped, considered, then changed his mind.
"Look here, Mr. Koerner," he said. "It's no use. We know Archie's here and we want him."
"He's not here," suddenly spoke Mrs. Koerner beside him. "He's not here!"
"The hell he ain't!" said Kouka. "I saw him come in--ten minutes ago. Search the house, men." And the rummaging began again.