“Don’t try anything, Al. We got you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. And the goods are on you!”
“Yeah?”
The dark, evil-eyed one who was apparently known as Al, stood his ground.
The moon lost itself behind a cloud. The place went dark. Yet when the moon reappeared, bringing out the gleam of an officer’s star upon the breast of one of the newcomers, he stood there motionless.
“Will you hand it over, or shall we take you in?” It was the man with the star who spoke.
“You’ve got nothing on me!” Al threw open his coat. “Look me over.”
“We will. And then—”
“Yeah? And then?”