“You surely know where Enoch Cook is stopping?”

“I’ll take my oath I don’t.”

“Give me your wrists!”

“What for?”

“Because I say so.”

“Are you going to lock me up because I can’t put you onto Enoch?”

“No.”

“It looks that way.”

“I’m going to lock you up for having aided a prisoner to escape.”

The words but escaped the detective when he was felled by the blow of a sand-bag delivered from behind.