“Yes, sir,” answered the policeman.
“What is the charge?”
“Insulting a lady on the street.”
“Who was the lady?”
“She is coming. She will be here directly to make the complaint against him.”
Then the sergeant took a good look at the accused. He started, bent forward, and looked closer.
“Mr. Merriwell!” he exclaimed; “is it you?”
“Yes, sergeant,” bowed Frank, with a smile. “It seems to be my luck to cause you trouble once more.”
“Trouble!” ejaculated the man behind the desk. “Why, this is very surprising! And you are accused of insulting a lady?”
“I am,” was the quiet answer.