“Did you answer him?”
“Yes.”
“Pleasantly?”
Rex hesitated a moment.
“Well, I didn’t exactly like his looks, so I said ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ I forget which now, and went on.”
“This seems like a clear case of the wrong man, officer,” summed up Sydney. “It was that hoodlum who broke the glass just for the sake of getting my brother into trouble. You ought to see that plainly enough. You do, don’t you?”
“Yes, now. I didn’t know all the story before. I beg the young gentleman’s pardon. Come, John, we’ll have to look elsewhere for your tormentor,” and the officer took the Chinaman by the arm and walked out with him.
CHAPTER VIII
IN SYDNEY’S OFFICE
“I’m awfully sorry, Syd,” began Rex, as soon as the three were left alone and had stepped into the elevator. “I never felt so disgraced in my life.”
“You did nothing wrong,” replied Syd, pressing his hand against his forehead for an instant as if it pained him. “But what are you doing in town?”