"Well, who was driving?" is the first thing the Sergeant wants to know.
"If you please, Sir," speaks up Dudley, "I was."
"Why, Dudley!" says Peggy, openin' her eyes wide. "You know——"
"Hush up!" whispers Brother.
"Sha'nt!" says Marjorie. "I was driving, Mr. Officer."
"Rot!" says Dudley. "Pay no attention to her, Sergeant."
"Suit yourself," says the Sergeant. "I'd just as soon lock up two as one. Then we'll be sure."
"There! You see!" says Brother. "You aren't helping any. Now keep out, will you?"
"But, Dudley——" protests Marjorie.
"That'll do," says the Sergeant. "You'll have plenty of time to talk it over afterwards. Hospital case, eh? Then we can't take bail. Names, now!"