“Is Quick’s place closed?”
“I guess so; the bartender told me he was going to close.”
“Come along, then; we will go to Shaw’s.”
When in the vicinity of the Oak Street Police Station Frank suddenly presented a revolver at his companion’s head.
“What does this mean?”
“It means,” replied Hare, speaking in his natural voice, “that you won’t get away from me this time!”
Blair recognized the detective for the first time.
“If you try to escape,” said Frank sternly, “I’ll put a bullet through your head! Now march!”
The young detective landed his fish in the police station. Then he reported the capture to his chief.
“Did he turn over the green diamond?” said Burt.