“Why, you astonish me!” the old gentlemen exclaimed. “To think that such things can go on in New York. I must write a letter to the papers about it to-morrow. Come along, young man. We’ll find a policeman at once and he’ll arrest the gang.”
This was easier said than done, for the building where Larry had been held captive was in a lonely and unfrequented suburb of the city. The old gentleman, who seemed to have forgotten that Larry might possibly be a burglar, explained that he had been taking a long walk, as was his custom, when he espied the boy descending the ladder. The two walked on for some time, more than a mile, in fact, before they saw, standing under a solitary gas light, a policeman.
CHAPTER XX
BACK AT WORK
“Here’s a case for you, officer!” exclaimed Mr. Randall, for the old gentleman had said that was his name.
“What sort of a case?” asked the policeman, continuing to munch some peanuts, the shells of which were scattered about him.
“A most extraordinary case!”
“All cases are alike to me,” returned the blue coat calmly. “What is it?”
“This boy is a burglar I just captured, only he isn’t a burglar at all, but he’s kidnapped and I saved him!”
“What?” almost shouted the officer. “Are you crazy or am I?”