"And you went up to him and threatened him, didn't you?"
Prale thought a moment. "I told him that I didn't know why he had insulted me, but I didn't want him to do it again."
"What else?" the captain demanded.
"I believe I said that I ought to settle with him for what he had said already."
"And then——"
"And then I went on down the street. The hotel detective, I think, heard me speak to Mr. Shepley."
"Yes, I know that he did," said the captain. "And the hotel detective also says that you were white with anger, and that you went off down Broadway like a man with murder in his mind. Do you care to say anything more?"
"Of course," said Prale. "I went down to Madison Square, and there I sat down on a bench."
"Meet anybody there?"
"I did. I met an old friend, Jim Farland, who used to be on your detective force, and who now runs a private agency."