Greg put on a hang-dog air. "Ah, she said he was after her, that he wanted to do her some hurt."
"Her own father!" put in de Socotra with a shocked air.
"You saw me!" said the indignant officer. "You ought to know I wouldn't stand for no rough stuff!"
"Well, I was excited-like," muttered Greg.
"I had ought to take you in for speeding if for nothing else! You ought to lose your license for that!"
"Please let him go, officer," said de Socotra magnanimously. "The poor fellow's livelihood depends on his license. I wouldn't want him to suffer through the misfortune of my poor girl."
Greg did not believe that de Socotra's suspicions were not aroused as to his real part in the affair; but de Socotra was not any more anxious for a police-court examination than Greg was: hence the seeming magnanimity. Greg saw a glance of intelligence pass between de Socotra and Abanez, and as the policeman very reluctantly removed his hand from Greg's shoulder, Abanez said:
"You may take me and my friend down-town. We are already late for our appointment."
Amy flashed him a warning. Greg scarcely needed it. For a moment he hesitated; but since he had taken his line, it seemed better to stick to it. He determined to watch himself though.
He touched his cap. "Where to, sir?"