"Not so fast," said Captain White, gripping him by the arm. "You just sit down and talk this affair over with me. It ain't one to be left to ladies. Now, what do you want, Solomon Thundercloud?"
"I want that man," said H. Robinson, shaking his blue paper in his face.
"H'm—Louis Lancaster—accused of so and so—wanted for so and so. Well, you've come to the right place, my friend."
"He's here. I knew it," and the detective gave Chelda a sullen glare.
"Sit down, sit down," pursued Captain White. "Don't get in such a heat. He'll be back soon."
"Where is he?" vociferated the angry man.
"Just taking a little turn with Miss Gastonguay. You know she's got a soft heart for rogues."
"A turn where? I've got to arrest him."
"Yes, yes, I know. You've got a very decent four-wheeler to take him to jail. You shall have him this time, sure pop. I guess our chief of police ain't as smart as you are."
"He's a—" began the detective, then he looked at Chelda and stretched out his hand toward the door.