The versatile ventriloquist it was. His extensive wardrobe had provided a disguise that cooled down the four unwelcome visitors from the start. Vincent stood like a statue where he had posted himself, as if on duty. When the lights went off he drew even nearer to the quartette, and they seemed to accept the fact that he was there for their benefit and that it would pay them to behave themselves.
Vincent was a good deal surprised when someone came close to him down the aisle next to the outer wall of the building. He was almost startled when the words were whispered in his ear:
“Officer, I want you to help me as soon as this film is over.”
“In what way?” inquired Vincent.
“The two men at the end of the front seats here—Midway crowd—I want them.”
“Want them?”
“Yes, I am an officer from the city—I’ll show you my credentials later. The two fellows I mention have led me a long hunt—it’s a burglary case.”
“What do you want me to do?” inquired Vincent.
“They will show fight, both of them, the minute their eyes light on me. You grab the second fellow. I’ll attend to the other one. Then send the usher out for more police help.”
“All right,” assented Vincent, “only do all this quietly as you can. We don’t want to hurt the reputation of the show by any rough work.”