By Jove, the effrontery of such acting fairly disgusted me. I looked him over from head to foot with measured contempt. "I don't know you at all," I said coldly, turning away.
"Ye gods!" he wheezed, clutching at his grizzled hair.
CHAPTER XII
I SEND A MAN TO JAIL
The two policemen shifted impatiently.
"That'll about do, Foxy," growled O'Keefe. "It's entertaining, but enough of a thing—"
But the old duffer caught his sleeve.
"Wait!" he panted. "One second—wait—just one second!"
He looked at Jenkins and ducked his neck forward, swallowing hard.