“No. I stopped in the office, but you weren't there.”
“Humph!” said the man, “maybe you did and maybe you didn't. You can tell it to the police.”
“The police!” echoed Samuel; and then in sudden horror—“Do you think I did it?”
“I don't know anything about it,” replied the other. “I only know you brought her here, and that you'll stay here till the police come.”
By this time several people had come into the room, awakened by the noise. Samuel, without a word more, went and sank down into a chair and waited. And half an hour later he was on his way to the station house again—this time with a policeman on either side of him, and gripping him very tightly. And now the charge against him was murder!
CHAPTER XIII
The same corpulent official was seated behind the desk at the police station; but on this occasion he woke up promptly. “The chief had better handle this,” he said, and went to the telephone.
“Where's this chap to go?” asked one of the policemen.