"Look, officer, I'm about to meet a young lady—we're meeting at the Border to marry in Mexico. Her father objects, and he's influential enough to send out word that I'm to be picked up on some pretext and held. That's why."
The officer nodded sensibly. "Sounds reasonable," he said, "and logical, and just about as silly as the usual guy who tried to elope."
"Well—thanks, officer. And may I bet you fifty that today is Sunday?"
"Today's Tuesday," replied the officer.
"My goodness," said Foster in surprise. "I lose, don't I?" He handed the officer a folded fifty. The officer took it and smiled dryly.
"You lose," he told Foster, "because so far as I know, there's a Lieutenant Miller of the Los Angeles police that has a dragnet out for Harry Foster—the motion picture hero!"
"Now look—"
"I've looked," said the cop, "and you're it. Will you come quietly or will you come horizontal?"
Harry Foster laughed. "I'm not that Harry Foster," he said.
"No?"