He passed his hand thoughtfully over his face. Then he glanced up with a smile.
"I need a shave, don't I?" he asked.
"You sure do. Let's get out of here. And if I were you I 'd get back to her about as soon as I could. It's early yet, so maybe she has n't seen the papers. I gave the boys the real arrest, so that they could get out an extra on it and take the curse off the first editions. And now," he added, "and now I 'm going to give them the story of their lives—the inside story of all this."
"Don't be a chump, Beefy!"
"I'll do it," answered Saul firmly. "I'll leave out the girl but I 'll give them the rest. I 've got some rights in this matter after the way you 've used me."
"I know," he apologized, "but there didn't seem any road out of it. If you 'll just keep quiet about—"
"Not a word. You 'll take your medicine. Besides, the dear public will think you were crazy if they don't learn the truth."
"I don't care about that, if—"
"Bah! Come on. I 'll get you past the bunch now, but you 'll have to run for your life after this."
Saul put him with all possible despatch through the red tape necessary to secure his acquittal, and then led him out by a side door. He summoned a cab.