"Don't mention it," said Norton amiably. "We thought something like this would happen. Keep perfectly quiet, you chaps. Drive on, chauffeur; drive on!"
"Yes, my lord! To what particular police station shall I head this omnibus?"
"The nearest, Jones; the very nearest you can think of! Some day, when I'm rich, I'll hire you for my chauffeur. But for the present I shall expect at least a box of Partagas out of that hundred."
Jones chuckled. "I'll buy you a box out of my own pocket. That hundred goes to charity."
"Here we are! Out with you," said Jim to his prisoners. He shouldered them into the police station, to the captain's desk.
"What's this?" demanded the captain.
"Holdup men," said Jim. "Entered this man's car and tried to rob him."
"Uh-huh! An' who're you?"
Jim showed his badge and card.
"Oho! Hey, there; I mean you!" said the captain, leveling a finger at Otto. "Lift up that hat; lift it up. Sure, it's Fountain Pen Otto! Well, well; an' we've been lookin' for you for ten months on the last forgery case. Mr. Norton, my thanks. Take 'em below, sergeant. You'll be here to make the complaint in th' mornin', sir," he added to Servan.