Lorraine ignored him.
"The prisoner is in your hands, constable," he remarked. "I suggest you would better take him along—the magistrate is waiting. If he doesn't want to enter bail, take him to jail."
"Take me to jail!—me to jail!" cried Porshinger.
"That's where I'll have to take you unless you enter bail, or arrange with the magistrate. I've got nothin' to do but to take you, Mr. Porshinger," said Burke firmly.
"Won't you take my word that I'll appear there before six o'clock and enter bail?" Porshinger demanded.
"I'll take nothin' but you, sir. I must obey my warrant, and you've got to obey it too."
"Do you know who I am?" said Porshinger again.
"I know who you are, all right, but that don't make no difference to me, as I said before. I don't know nothin' about the merits of the case; whether you're guilty or innocent is none of my business. I'm executin' my warrant, and I'm a goin' to do it—so come along."
"I suppose you'll at least let me telephone to my lawyer?" said Porshinger.