“Hold Miss Slocum under bail,” replied Sprague. “For forgery.”
Dot burst into a peal of laughter.
“It’s too absurd!” she exclaimed.
The young detective looked exceedingly uncomfortable.
“Shall we go out on the lot?” he suggested. “And see the stunts?”
“O. K. by me,” agreed Sprague.
“Are we to wear hand-cuffs?” inquired Dot, flippantly.
Sprague gave her a withering look.
“You are not being held at all, Miss Manton,” he said. “We’re not concerned under what names you care to travel.”
The young detective fell back and walked across the lots with the girls.