“Open up!” came a muffled voice.
“Wait! Let him get anxious!”
A thumping came on the door.
Garry and Don grew tense. Chick’s hand was on the bolt.
It shot back.
“Now!”
Out they dashed, to encircle, to grapple with a figure standing off guard.
“Here! Stop that!”
The voice, deep and curt, made them draw back, look up at the form and face they released in amazed disappointment.
They had captured the Chief of Police!