“Just because I please. Look down here and you’ll see something.”

The quarrelsome jehu obeyed.

He looked—and wilted.

“Jupiter!”

This man was not the first who ever felt his courage ooze from his finger ends at sight of a revolver.

“Understand me,” said the detective, sternly, “that is for you if you give me any trouble.”

“A crazy man escaping—a burglar at large!”

“No, sir, a detective running down his game. We understand each other, I hope. I want a ride on your vehicle, and if you give me any trouble I’ll land you in the Tombs double quick as accessory to a murder.”

The word was quite enough.

It blanched the man’s cheeks and from that time on the detective knew he would not have any trouble with him.