The sergeant took no notice, but kept his gaze on the superintendent. Finucane's eyes twinkled. "Fetch him up," he said.
"To save time, sir, he's standing outside."
"Fetch him in," said Finucane.
The sergeant moved himself three inches.
"Superintendent Finucane will see you, sir," he said; and made room for the entrance of Dick Bellamy, holding by the arm, and both supporting and guiding the wavering steps of Alban Melchard.
CHAPTER XXVI.
PRISONER AND ESCORT.
Dick presented to the expectant three the same disreputable and truculent aspect which had so deeply offended Charles of Mayfair—an aspect so extraordinary as to strike speechless for a moment even the three so deeply interested in his advent.
"That chair with arms," said Dick to the sergeant, "or he'll fall off."