"It also grants us the right to protect other people," said Lieutenant Miller. "As for a warrant, we have a search warrant—plus the fact that we know that murder was done in this apartment not more than two weeks ago."
"You're in," said Foster. "And you may leave as soon as you can. I'll not detain you."
"You know," said State attorney Jones, "this man answers the description of the man who is wanted for any number of assorted crimes from forgery to grand larceny. In every way he fills the bill. I think we will arrest you, Mr. Foster."
"You'll be sorry. This is false arrest."
"Indeed. In this country, all arrests are false arrests because it is a statement of intent that all men are innocent until proven guilty by a court of justice! Ergo, we take you into custody whether innocent or guilty and we will permit the judgment of the court to decide your status. Coming quietly—or would you prefer to resist arrest?"
Lieutenant Miller looked eager. "Please resist," he said clenching his fist.
"Unclench it," snapped Foster. "You touch me and I'll prove that you wantonly and brutally attacked an innocent victim without provocation."
"I've provocation enough," snarled Miller. "My sister—"
"Your sister suffered deeply at the hands of this blackguard Harry Foster," said Foster oilily. "But because he resembled me and wore my name is no logical nor lawful reason for identifying your hatred of him against me. That is a psychopathic failing, Lieutenant Miller."
"I'd like to make a pathological mess out of you," snapped Miller.