"Oh, ah—that's the wrong paper; here's the right one."
With which he gave Colonel James Bandman the pleasure of reading the document, which, in due and legal form, commanded Archibald Jackson to take the gentleman into custody.
"I presume the offense is bailable?" asked the colonel, with an odd smile.
"Certainly, certainly, sir; I will accompany you before a magistrate who will fix your bail. Where can I find Mr. Gibby?"
"I will bring him, if you will excuse me for a minute."
Colonel Bandman started to enter the hotel again, but the vigilant constable caught his arm:
"No you don't; I'll stay with you, please; we'll go together; I don't intend you shall slip through my fingers."
The colonel was evidently good-natured, for he only laughed and then, allowing the officer to take his arm, started for the dining-room, but unexpectedly met the individual whom they wanted in the hall.
When Gibby had been made acquainted with the business of the severe-looking official he was disposed to get angry, but a word and a suggestive look from Colonel Bandman quieted him, and the two walked with the officer in the direction of a magistrate.