It was only a block away and in consequence they weren't long reaching it.
The chief had gone home, the officer at the desk informed them, but if there was anything they cared to report, he would be glad to make note of it.
A big raw-boned westerner, he shifted his quid as he spoke and spat resoundingly in a cuspidor at his feet.
"All right, then—get your pencil ready!" said Kendrick with a smile. "This is Miss Marjorie Blake, daughter of Henderson Blake, of New York. Perhaps you read of her disappearance, a few weeks ago. And I...."
As he introduced himself and told briefly of their astounding experience, the officer's eyes bulged with amazement.
"Say, what yuh-all tryin' to hand me?" he snorted finally. "D'yuh think I was born simple?"
"Press your button!" whispered Marjorie. "Show him how the invisibility ray works. It'll save a lot of argument."
"Right!"
