"What's this?" said Emerson—"a plain clothes man in disguise—or," as Lorraine and the man drew near, "a constable in regalia?"
Pendleton smiled slightly but did not reply.
Lorraine, his eyes on Porshinger, made his way directly across to him—giving Pendleton a preoccupied nod as he passed.
"There is Porshinger—the man with his back to the railing!" said Lorraine. "Serve your warrant, Officer Burke."
XIX THE ARREST
The two were near enough for Porshinger to hear what Lorraine said, and his eyes suddenly narrowed like a snake's and took on a look as venomous.
"Is this Mr. Porshinger—Charles J. Porshinger?" the constable inquired, with an important air, that was at the same time slightly apologetic.
"Yes!" said Porshinger. The word was fairly bitten off.