I saw a taxi coming slowly along the street, apparently looking for a fare. I decided to make a break.
“I’ll call an M.P. and have you taken in, if you don’t come,” he was saying.
There was an M.P. not more than a hundred yards away. I couldn’t wait any longer. I drew back and spit in his face as an answer and ducked into the street just in time to get on the running board of the taxi as Jay-Jay called to the M.P. and they started in pursuit.
A few minutes later I landed at the Captain’s and rushed into his room.... And what happened after that can best be told from another point of view.
About five minutes later Jay-Jay appeared at the Captain’s door with an M.P. behind him.
“What’s on your mind?” inquired the Captain pleasantly, looking up from the table on which he was playing rummy with Sergeant Canwick.
“That girl is under arrest,” spluttered Jay-Jay, marching up to the sergeant and seizing his shoulder.
“What girl?” demanded the Captain, in surprise.
“This girl!” retorted Jay-Jay. “We saw her come up here. She’s the one we’re after.”