“Name?” he snapped.
“Thomas Langdon Nichols, Captain —th Field Artillery, stationed at Fort Myer, Va.”
“Any relation of Miss Langdon?”
“Her cousin,” steadily.
The Justice laid down his pen. “Fifty dollars,” he announced, holding out his hand.
“Fifty dollars fine!” fumed Tom. “That’s perfectly ridiculous.”
“Nothing of the sort,” retorted the Justice. “I recognize you, young man; this is the third time you’ve been arrested speeding on the State Road....”
“I haven’t; you’re mixing me up with someone else....”
“That game won’t work,” the Justice shrugged his shoulders contemptuously. “Your name’s entered on the records; you’ve been warned and fined for small sums, already. This joy-riding has got to stop.”
“I don’t joy-ride,” thundered Tom, catching Janet’s amused smile. “I admit I’ve made good time on several business trips to Baltimore....”