Harry said, “Anybody here in authority?”
A man opened his coat and showed us a big steel badge, “I’m constable,” he said.
Harry said, “Well, Mr. Constable, that car belongs to me. It’s stalled. Here’s my license card; just compare it with the plate. All right? I wish you’d see that nobody fools with it until we get back; Judge West lives just around the corner, doesn’t he?”
“What cher want to see the jedge about?” the constable asked us.
Harry said, “Well, we’re boy scouts and we had an idea that we might be able to find his property.”
“Had an idee, huh?” the man said, kind of, you know, sarcastic like. “Well now, don’t you put sech crack brained notions into the heads o’ these kids.”
“No?” Harry said, awful funny.
“’Cause this here ain’t no case for boy scouts,” the constable said.
Harry said, “No, really?”
It was awful funny to see them. The constable was standing right outside the car with a lot of people around him, and Harry was sitting in the driver’s place, with his hands on the wheel, looking down at that bunch.