“Humph! You seemed to know how to get in and out of a strange garage pretty well for some one just got to town,” sneered Slater.
“Tell me what the Hathaway case is.”
“Never! What you don’t know won’t hurt you. What do you want with Miss O’Gorman?”
“What you don’t know won’t hurt you either,” retorted Danny.
“It’s a bit irregular for me to be taking you around to little O’Gorman’s before reporting at the police station. I’ve changed my mind. Just turn in here, young man, and you can call on the ladies tomorrow. I’ve got a sure thing against you. I saw you come out of the garage and carefully put the hasp back in the door and then turn and run down the alley.”
“Well, one thing, Mr. Policeman, if you don’t get a move on you and put me in communication with either Miss O’Gorman or the chief of police, I bet you lose your job.”
They entered the police station. Contrary to his usual habits, Chief Lonsdale was in his office, although it was after one o’clock. Danny was taken in to him immediately, much to the relief of that young man.
“Hello, Chief Charley!” he cried.
“And who are you, young man? By golly if it ain’t a ghost! Danny Dexter, what in the name of heaven! Why boy, we have been mourning you for drowned. What’s your charge against this man, Slater!” he asked, his eye twinkling.
“House breaking, your honor! I found him sneaking out of the Hathaway garage and then running down the alley like he’d done something he hadn’t oughter.”