Burton was at his heels. "If you don't mind, I'll go out with you."
"And if I do mind?"
"I'll go anyhow," said Burton.
[CHAPTER XI]
HENRY UNDERWOOD IS ARRESTED
Burton's policeman picked up two other men on the way, and, thus reënforced, they made their way to Rowan street. It was away past midnight and as they went through the silent streets, Burton had a queer feeling that he was taking a part in some strange melodrama in an alien world. Never before had he come into direct personal contact with the world where policemen were important people, and where the primitive affairs he had supposed represented the dregs of human nature were matters of every-day occurrence. Why hadn't Henry Underwood had sense enough to be satisfied with his narrow escape of the night before?
There was a light burning in the surgery as they approached the house,--a fact to which Higgins, the first policeman, called attention.
"That light sometimes burns all night," he said, pursing up his lips.
"Any city ordinance against it?" asked Burton.
Higgins looked up with a slow question in his eyes.