“He is wanted for swindling.”
“Boy, are you really crazy?”
“No, I am not.”
“Who are you?” asked the policeman, eyeing Joe sharply.
“My name is Joe Bodley. I work at the Grandon House. I will make a charge against this man, and I'll bring the man who was swindled, too.”
“That's fair talk,” said the policeman. “I guess you'll both have to go to the station with me.”
“I'm willing,” said Joe, promptly.
“I—I cannot go—I have a sick wife—I must get a doctor,” stammered Pat Malone. “Let me go. The boy is mistaken.”
“You'll have to go with me.”
“But my sick wife?”