Before he could finish Burke had deftly clipped one handcuff on the right wrist of the man and with an unexpected movement pinioned the other, snapping the manacle as he did so.
"Outrageous!" exclaimed the astounded Trubus. But Burke was dragging him rapidly into the car.
"If you don't want your wife to know about this, get in quickly," commanded Sawyer sharply.
Trubus began to expostulate, but his thick lips quivered with emotion.
"Down to the station house, quick!" ordered the captain to the chauffeur. "No speed limit."
"I'll have you discharged from the force for this, you scoundrel!" Trubus finally found words to say. "Where is your warrant for my arrest? What is your charge?"
Sawyer did not answer.
As they reached a subway station he called out to the driver:
"Stop a minute. Now, Burke, you had better go uptown and get the witness; hurry right down, for I want to end this matter to-night."
Bobbie dismounted, while Trubus stormed in vain. As the car sped onward he saw the president of the Purity League indulging in language quite alien to the Scriptural quotations which were his usual stock in discourse. Captain Sawyer was puffing a cigar and watching the throng on the sidewalks as though he were stone deaf.