"You——?"
"I am stopped. You did not see me do it. I might have come out of one of those buildings, or have come up on one of those sidewalk elevators, for all you know. You can't arrest me for something you didn't see me do, man. You wouldn't if you could; I can see you have a sweet disposition."
The officer stared, and took a more careful survey of his antagonist.
"You're no chauffeur, I guess," he pronounced dryly.
"Well, I've got a license."
"That may be. Anyway, chauffeur or college student, you can't stay here with that machine."
"You want me to leave? Certainly, officer, I always obey the law. Here comes my friend; I'll go now."
The policeman's face relaxed into a sour smile, the nonsense snaring him into unwilling participation.
"Do," he recommended. "The minute your wheels move, you will be driving on the wrong side of the street and I will pull you in."