"That's a bit of luck," replied the detective. "Come along;" and he pushed on in advance of me through the barrier.
"What has happened?" I asked, as I caught him up in the station yard.
"I hold a warrant for his arrest, and I am desirous of executing it at the earliest possible moment, that's all," he replied.
I could hardly believe my ears. "What in the world for?" I asked.
"What should it be for?" said Forrest, with a touch of sarcasm in the tone of his voice.
"He cannot be the Motor Pirate. It is impossible. He could not have deceived me so completely," I exclaimed.
"I would stake everything I hope for in the future, as well as everything I possess at the present moment, that he is though," returned the detective with conviction. "But we must not waste time. Take me to the hotel."
Without stopping to argue the point, I jumped on my car, Forrest took the seat beside me, and we proceeded to the Royal.
"Leave the car and come with me, I may want your assistance," he said, as we pulled up at the entrance to the hotel.
He sprang out the moment I stopped and ran briskly up the steps. A porter was in the hall, and to him Forrest turned.