“No, I don’t believe they saw us,” said Hen. “We didn’t get here until after dark. The deacon read in the paper that your show was here, so he got me, and we took the late afternoon train from Bedford.”
A glance in the hotel lobby did not disclose the two men, but in the cafe they were seen sitting at a table. A look through the swinging doors showed this.
“Have you authority to make arrests here?” asked Joe of the constable.
“Yes, this is in the same county as Bedford.”
“Then go in and arrest those two men. I’m sure they’re guilty.”
“And I am too,” said the deacon. “Take ’em in, Hen. I’ll swear out a warrant against ’em!”
That was all the constable needed. He had authority for his act now. He marched into the cafe, the deacon, Joe and the professor fallowing.
“I arrest you in the name of the law!” exclaimed Sylvester, laying a hand each on the two men’s shoulders. “You’re caught and you’ve got to come with me!”
Denton and Harrison started up, but at the sight of the deacon sank back in their chairs. Before they could move the constable had snapped handcuffs on them.