“Then perhaps I had better call you Malone.”
“Not at all. My name is Fry—John Fry.”
“How often do you change your name, Mr. Fry.”
“Don't get impudent!”
“I am not impudent,—I am only asking a plain question.”
“I never change my name.”
At that moment Joe saw a policeman on the opposite side of the street and beckoned for the officer to come over.
“Hi! what's the meaning of this!” ejaculated Pat Malone.
“Officer, I want this man locked up,” said Joe, and caught the rascal by the arm, that he might not run away.
“What's the charge?” asked the bluecoat.