Blanco evinced some surprise on being taken across the ferry, but was easily satisfied by his companion's explanation that the branch of the Custom House to be visited was on the Jersey side.
When the station was reached Chalmette led the way to the waiting-room, and quietly observed, before the unsuspecting Blanco could finish a sentence beginning:
"Ees it posseeble zat zees is ze Custom—"
"You are my prisoner. You had better come without making trouble."
Blanco looked at him aghast—not half comprehending the words.
"A prisoner—I—for what?"
Chalmette returned no answer, but produced his warrant.
"But I no understand—I—"
Just then the warning bell rung. Chalmette seized his prisoner by the arm and pushed him through the gateway.
On the platform Blanco made some slight resistance. The policeman, whose attention was attracted thereby, after a few words with Chalmette, assisted the latter in forcing him upon the train, which was already slowly moving out of the dépôt.