“Well, no need to get mad about it,” Bob said easily as he moved around toward the rear of the car. “We all make mistakes, you know. And I suppose this man’s name never was Nip,” he cried as he leaned over the side of the car and saw a man with a hunched back crouching on the floor.
“Suppose it is or suppose it isn’t, what are you going to do about it?” the man demanded as he came close to Bob’s side.
“Then you acknowledge that his name is Nip?”
“I acknowledge nothing.”
“All right, suit yourself about it,” Bob smiled. “I know who you are and you know that I know it, but if it suits you to deny it I’m sure I’ve no objection.”
“Well, what do you want?” King snapped.
“We want the cell you stole from my saddle bag.”
“And I suppose you think you’ll get it,” King sneered.
“I’m not quite sure about that,” Bob said slowly, “but one thing I am sure and that is that the police will get you in a very short time if we don’t.”
King started violently.